A Lenten Devotion by Susan Smith
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 13:32
Birds bring babies to my feeder,
year after year.
Just like my grandmother and mother
brought me to church.
There, to be fed on the seeds of God’s Word,
the shells, the building, cast away, but
the nourishment of God still within me.
I fly.
Feed me, O God, with seeds of your Word. Amen.