The Gardener
There is no seed quite like another.
They grow differently and have strengths and weaknesses.
The seed is planted and I do the watering.
I shove a little dirt their direction when it’s getting thin over their roots.
I can’t provide the sun but I can place the seed where it can soak it in.
I can’t make them drink but I can give them water.
I can’t make them grow but I can help as much as I can.
Whether they turn out to be a cucumber or a rose they are both precious to me.
They will bloom, though some die early.
They have their glorious moment and I love to watch them.
There will always be new seeds
And they will always be different.
Some grow weird, stretching towards the light.
Some are stifled and in the darkness slowly weaken.
And when is the work of a gardener finished?
Even when he dies, those plants will live on.
“Nor are you to be called 'teacher,' for you have one Teacher, the Christ.”
Matthew 23:10
