"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Seeds of Love
Seeds of Love
The smallest seed of love, that means everything, is greater still than the great love that means little to those who encounter it; For the seed, nurtured by those who recognize how precious it is, will in time, and care, grow into a mighty tree, that blesses all who dwell beneath its shade and eat of its fruit. But the great love, that means little to those who are careless with it, will simply wither, weathered by the vicissitudes of time. It isn't always how great a love is at the beginning that counts, rather, it is what it means to those that share it, and what they are willing to do to care for it, that truly counts. Some loves are great, and diminish, others are grown from the smallest of seeds and become the mightiest of oaks over time. What it means, is the difference between a rock becoming a pebble, and a seed becoming a tree.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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