As the sycamore and ash seeds fall, watch them scatter with joyful abandon, hap-hazardously carried……the autumn breeze.
Did you see where all the seeds fell? Impossible to catch, let them flutter; allow them to fly, their asymmetric wing shape carrying them far away, nothing uniform, the wind of the spirit blowing them across the land
Watch and pray, who knows where?
North and south, east and west
For each seed has a passion uniquely apportioned, creativity and truth….form a foundation.
One day as you journey and take rest you will see, familiar saplings in places that surprise you, growing where the wind took them in places you didn’t expect, bowing down…..a show of respect as you pass.
Well done my good and faithful servants
Response: That’s beautiful. Thank you so much. A precious thought so exquisitely expressed. We will print it out and frame it.
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