The Seed
The seed I planted…
This isn’t going to sound very eloquent; and there won’t be many big words as the attempt is made to step a little closer…
I planted a seed; and I’m watching it grow.
I stared at the big tree, the one with all the huge roots and the massive trunk. I looked up into its’ enormous branches and huge expansive foliage: a building of greenery. Like many degrees and awards, its’ bark shown the years of maturity. It made a fine centerpiece for the forest around it. The other trees looked so wispy. They appeared to be reaching towards their colossal neighbor in admiration.
I watched as many people gathered to gaze at the tree, pointing and lifting their babies to touch its’ limbs. I saw people come and go. Over and over the cycle was repeated, year after year. I watched the tree.
I saw the babies that once touched the tree come back to visit. Dressed in the finery of education and status, they brought girlfriends and wives and their own children too. I saw ceremonies both holy and otherwise preformed under the dark layers of leaves.
I watched as a city was built and the other trees were cleared. The tree rose among its’ colleagues of skyscrapers. It became a class of its’ own, maintaining indestructibility. The tree stood for all that was right in the world, all that was good and pure, decorated by time and ornamented by weather. It was a beautiful tree.
I marveled at how many people took note of the tree. …Thinking back, there was a time when the tree did not exist. It was merely a thought: My thought.
I am the one that held the acorn. The acorn I still hold, wondering if I should make the tree. You see, the tree in all its’ glory is nothing compared to the choice of whether to plant the acorn in the ground or not.
It is the moment before I open my mouth to speak that I am the Creator.
posted by yuv_got_mel @ 6/25/2005 12:10:00 PM
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