The maple seed it twirls around
On wings of snowy gusts
Up over roofs it spins about
Goes where the wind it thrusts.
Its journey-end I cannot see
Nor grasp where it will lie.
It knows that new life comes to be
Through willing seeds that die.
“Oh, Lord, that I would always know
That you’re the wind beneath
That I would gladly die and go
Toward where you’re planting me.
May it not be that I should live
To make death my great goal
But die toward life that you will give –
Serve there and rest my soul.”
Truly, truly, I say to you,
unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also. If anyone serves me, the Father will honor him.
John 12:24-26 (Jesus)
(Poetry and pictures, Heidi Viars, 2019)