A tiny seed, a patient hand,
A bit of earth and nurturing land.
Each day, continuing it's fight,
The seedling pushes toward the light.
With watchful eye the gardener tends,
Upon his care the seed depends.
Day by day the seedling grows,
And then, at last, becomes a rose.
We must ourselves be like that seed
And trust in God for every need.
Then day by day our faith will grow,
From that small seed that we must sow.
Acts of kindness, service, love,
Bring us blessings from above,
Help us through our daily strife,
And let us know the rose of life.
~Kathryn A. Quinn
Maggie and I planted some seeds for our garden (we're trying to get an early start) and as we've been watching them "wake up", I've been thinking about this poem I wrote back in high school. So, enjoy this little photo and poem, both of which make me excited for Spring.