March 2016: Tiny Seed

~by Virginia Rhys Anson, OFS


Tiny seed

Buried ‘neath terra’s shell,

How is it you know

Which way is up,

And which is down?

Bloom grows ever up.

Sun’s warmth and light it doth seek.

Root digs ever deep.

Water, minerals rich be its goal.


Tiny seed

A mere speck impregnating Earth’s womb,

Yet sprout do you a magnificent oak,

Or daisy oh so fair,

Or yew garbed in never shedding boughs,

Or cedar, limbs raised in I AM’s praise.


Tiny seed,

What instincts lie native

Within your coat?

Instincts that prompt you

To push through Earth’s roof?

So rigid and stubborn its crust.

Yet squeeze atop you do

To meet sun’s brilliant rays.


Tiny seed

Such is your mystery.

What greatness

What beauty

What pleasure

Creator bestowed on you.

What delight He deigned you

To bring to ever thirsting souls.


Tiny seed

Oh wonder of God’s design.

Your wee kernel births

A miracle of God’s delight.


Virginia Anson grew up in the shadows of Sandia Crest in New Mexico. Family camping trips may have sparked her passion for nature. She holds an A.S. in Electronics Technology, a B.A. in Writing, an M.F.A. in Creative Writing, and a certificate in Wildlife/Forestry Conservation. Her book, Mother Earth’s Caretakers, targets middle school youngsters and is published as an e-book for Kindle. Virginia is a Vietnam Era veteran of the U.S. Air Force, and her volunteer endeavors see her as a lector, Eucharistic minister, and sacristan in her parish and as a habitat steward for the National Wildlife Federation. She especially cherishes her life in the Secular Franciscan Order, following in the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi.


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