of time, I remember each rare seed
sprinkled across my landscape-
not yet knowing, time or place
when each would germinate.
Days passed into months
and beyond into an ever increasing
improbability of years. And now,
the scene I see is filled with sight,
color and even the sounds of each
flower's delight at being nurtured
into full bloom.
I am grateful for each one whom first
implanted my desire to grow beyond
seed and seedling; for me to be deeply
rooted in the realm of their spiritual
reality, which even now grows richer.
Though some of these seed sowers
have come and gone, I revel in each
breath of remembrance at those
who sought only to teach- knowing
that I would eventually germinate,
flowering as each had envisioned,
into this startling array of wildflowers
you see before you.