UNSEEN

 
 

“I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit.”

Matthew 17:20 & John 15:5

 
 

Unseen

 

Beneath the surface of winter

A deeply rooted stirring,

A gradual awakening,

An unseen wonder,

The hope of fruitfulness.

There is no hurry in nature;

A seemingly sudden arrival

Masks the patient preparation

Bringing about the exuberance

Of spring.

Yet this is the glory:

The potency of the smallest seed,

Such promise from an insignificant beginning.

And the vine, branches bearing fruit

Stretching far beyond the tree itself,

As if to demonstrate

Its expansive reach.

Rich and resilient

The mystery of fertility

Embedded in the earth itself,

The nature and artistry of the creator revealed.

I am grateful for seeds planted in me,

Silent and half remembered prayers,

Words of encouragement,

The love and kindnesses

That nourished my becoming.

Growing from the true vine,

May I too nurture

And delight in the marvel of seeds and blossom,

Of fruit and flourishing, the fulness of life.

 
 
 

Chris Matthews