The Seed

By Miko Watkins

A seed was planted 

All those years ago 

And with each passing season, 

It continued to grow and grow. 

Despite the adversity it faced, 

And there was so, so much; 

It still persevered, 

Often without a gentle, caring touch. 

It never gave up, 

Somehow the Hope continued to thrive 

And the Fruit began to multiply 

And life wasn’t just something to survive. 

It began to fill its life with joyful moments, 

Standing fast, even if it was easier to stray 

Not second guessing every hurdle 

That often stood in its way. 

It became an answered prayer, 

Even if I never thought it was true 

The Message, now, is more clear And just maybe—that seed was You.