Golden grains, a holy harvest
hovering on fruitful lips;
words are pollen, rich with meaning,
pregnant with potential scripts
that sow within a listening soul
a seed of hope – embryo
which, when implanted in a heart
take root, sprout,and start to grow.
If unspoken, pollen withers,
loses ground, and starts to die;
if too forceful, it will spatter,
staining as it whizzes by.
If applied as God intended,
spread by gentle breeze or art –
pollen counts, and reproduces
life and health and growth by heart.
Hmmmm….your words have given me a new perspective on pollen. Usually wind borne pollen and I are at loggerheads but, of course, that is not the fault of the pollen but the outcome of our planting habits. I will try to be more polite to pollen because it really does count.
Oh, oh! I hadn’t thought about allergies… 😦 I used to have trouble with hayfever but that all went away when I went gluten-free – so I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be at loggerheads with pollen.
Well done, you. I would probably do better too if I went gluten free.
It helped clear up digestive issues – the allergies were just an unexpected bonus!
A bonus not to be sneezed at ! (Sorrreeeeee…..couldn’t help myself :D)
Isn’t this wonderful! Both poem and lovely photo. I sent a gal your way, name of Morgan–in case you see her, you’ll know. Love to you Mel!
Wow loved this!
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