Blessings- a poem

I met along my path today

A woman seemed unkept.

Quiet, with a fragile build

And in my heart, I wept.

I stopped to ask if she was well

And much to my surprise,

She glanced at me and with a smile,

She then began to rise.

“MY dear”, she said, “how sweet of you

To check on me indeed.

As I am very lucky, see,

For I hold here the seed.”

I looked down at her hand and saw

A pendant on a chain.

A tiny heart of glass with

A mustard seed retained.

SHE then began to tell me of

The joys in her days.

And as I looked into her eyes,

I envied her, her ways.

Retm

“For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you." (Matthew 17:20-21).