She nestled it beneath the earth and spread the soil 'round
"It's precious as the seed it is," she said and she believed
"But still it has potential that it hasn't yet achieved"
And so the gardener set to work, with love and patient care
Trusting that the barren ground could sprout a flower there
She let the seed unfurl itself--transform from rooted source
Watering with tenderness as nature took its course
A little shoot, a stem, a bud, a flower came to be
The gardener had a vision for what others couldn't see
She looked upon the flower with a feeling of delight
With petals painted crimson red and stem of perfect height
Though it was precious when it still remained a tiny seed
It grew into a flower when potential had been freed
Just as little seeds we have an aptitude to grow
To let ourselves unfold in all the hope and trust we know
For in our very nature is a promise to be filled
When painted by the gardener who, for us, new life has willed
She takes us as we are, and yet she knows our lives to come
Watering and sowing with her green, life-giving thumb
-C. O'Connell-
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