The Least of All Seeds
Jeremiah held the seed
the one mustard grain sister had dropped
as a gift into his hand before out the door with a shove.
He poked a finger in the loam to free
the to-be tree into its new home.
The garden spot had been cleared of every weed
and the soil was just so.
With thanks he had taken a knee
and looked to heaven (which agreed)
to welcome his tiny present.
A faithful farmer, Jeremiah worked with speed
to bury the herb, his hand covered in glove.
He prayed a promise to protect, water, and feed,
for years to come, their proof of love.
–Todd Sukany 29 Nov 2022
Jeremiah held the seed
the one mustard grain sister had dropped
as a gift into his hand before out the door with a shove.
He poked a finger in the loam to free
the to-be tree into its new home.
The garden spot had been cleared of every weed
and the soil was just so.
With thanks he had taken a knee
and looked to heaven (which agreed)
to welcome his tiny present.
A faithful farmer, Jeremiah worked with speed
to bury the herb, his hand covered in glove.
He prayed a promise to protect, water, and feed,
for years to come, their proof of love.
–Todd Sukany 29 Nov 2022