A
miracle we humans take for granted is happening in our backyard, as it does every year at this time. Seeds
planted last Thursday are beginning to poke their green bodies through
the ground cover and will be a lush green carpet by the end of the week. This brings to mind a poem I found so many years ago.
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Fueled by a million man-made wings of fire, the rocket tore a tunnel through the sky and everybody cheered.
Fueled only by a thought of God, the seedling urged its way thru
the thicknesses of black and as it pierced the heavy ceiling of the soil
and launched itself up into outer space, no one even clapped.
~Marcie Hans
