Seeds

I see a scattering of seeds. you see strong and mighty trees.

I see failed attempts and plans, you see the making of something grand.

I see shortcomings an broken limbs, you see the chance to begin again.

I see a weary heart, wounded and frightened.

You see a beautiful wholeness and place of restoration.

I see a seed that will never be enough.

You see a priceless treasure for whom you wont give up.

I see darkness and a burial, you see hope springing through the surface.

I see something small, not worth the wait.

You see a tender seed waiting to be remade.

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