This year has not been the best. We lost our dear sister-in-law and our beloved Pastor. We have dealt with a fair amount of death these last two years. My thoughts landed on these fluttering seeds that were filling the air while I was sitting on the porch mourning those gone and those going. Life is so short. It is but a seed. Imagine what we will become when we leave this branch we call earth.
JD Blom
Seeds blown by wind
Fill the sky
Meant for a time
Beyond the branch
Pods all aligned
their only home
all they have known
A span of time
Short as a spring
Long as a life
From a blossom
All fresh and green
Dried by the sun
Time soon to leave
But hanging on
Safe by a stem
Suddenly came
The dreaded day
Wind torn away
Tired and weakened
Carried away
Branch left behind
Into pure sky
To twirl and soar
Untethered life
Awakened world
Shocking freedom
All so anew
Moved without choice
Not stripped of hope
A will in wind
Carried to where
Seeds are planted
Grow and flourish
Stripped of seed form
Husk left behind
Ready for soil
New creation
A seed transformed
Eternal now
A brief season
Just enough
Meant for a time
Beyond the branch
A DEVOTED LIFE 