The seed

When I first heard,

That the mighty oak

Came from the humble acorn,

I didn’t believe it. 

How could it be

That the tiny mustard seed

Has the power within it

To grow the size of a tree?

Or the giant sequoia

Sprouts from the size 

of an oatmeal flake?

Though it can be explained

By science, taught in classrooms,

And mumbled as an interesting fact,

I prefer to acknowledge the mystery

Held within life’s pure potentiality. 

Trees aren’t the only thing

That sprout from seeming impossibility. 

Whether known as a 

Seed, cell, spore, or sperm, 

They’re but terms used 

To point to something 

beyond comprehension,

Regardless of explanation. 

Instructions for living,

Held in a vessel 

No larger than a grain of salt. 

Though I try to convey with words,

The beauty and magnificence

Of the unassuming seed,

I know it can’t be done.

Because how could one

Effectively describe—

a miracle.