In a Seed

by Esther Thornburg
(Cantril, Iowa, USA)

One can count the seeds in the apple,
But cannot count the apples in the seed.
The seed of the apple that was planted
Came forth a gracious tree, granted.

It grew so well,
It's story to tell.
Then blossomed one spring.
A beautiful thing.
Pollen for the bees,
Apples before autumn freeze.

Faith is believing, through to reality,
Using what one has with capability.
There is contentment in simplicity,
From unseen to possibility.