Tiny Seeds of Love
--by wayfarer, posted Nov 8, 2008
If seeds could think the one that fell into the builder's yard must have thought itself really unlucky! It had drifted down through chain link fencing, perhaps rolling off angle iron struts. Eventually it landed on the rubble and rubbish strewn soil - under two discarded metal gates, each of which would have needed two strong men to put them there.
What chance did it have? What could grow under all that iron and debris? It should have given up.
Instead it tried. It grew. A little shoot not big enough to move any of the rubbish around it, so it grew around it. But surely those great heavy gates would stop its efforts coming to anything.
So it grew some more. It found spaces, grew through them, grew around them, and joined up on the other side of them. It kept going.
Now there's a twelve foot tree in that space. Metal struts are trapped inside it's trunk and wires run through its branches but now it's the gates that are stuck. They've been lifted off the ground but they can't be moved other than by the tree.
The builders' yard is next to the local railway station and every time I catch a train from that platform I lean over the wall and gaze in awe.
The gates can only be seen now because it's winter, but in the summer the branches of the tree fill their little corner of the yard and all you can see is swaying greenery.
That's what love can do. It doesn't stop because the soil seems barren or because the obstacles seem too great. It grows in the most inhospitable places. It doesn't give up and eventually the people that said it would never happen are enveloped by it and are part of it.
And eventually you can't see the problems, because they're covered over by the love that should have given up - but didn't!
Keep 'um coming!