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
