298. All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. ~Author Unknown

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The Seed-Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shriveled, scentless, dry-
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century’s streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.

~Muriel Stuart, English poet

He put before them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.”  ~Matthew 13:31-32   ✝

8 thoughts on “298. All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. ~Author Unknown

  1. Pingback: 298. All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. ~Author Unknown | Sacred Touches

  2. So beautifully stated. ‘All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today’ So much truth stated in that and a reason we should nurture the children in our families and communities. Help afford them the life opportunities that allow them to be the best that they can be…

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