The Plant Upon The Window-Sill!

D Dr John Celes Dr John Celes
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A little plant grows on the window-sill! Perhaps a fern or shrub of smaller size! Why it should grow in such a queer site/place? I wonder how it gets its nutrition! May be, a bird had placed the seed just there! How come, it grows despite no soil at all? I see it flutter in the breeze at times; I'm sure, it cannot grow to its full size! My curiosity is evoked much; What does it try to tell us human folks? May be, it is a sign of hope for us! Should we not trust the Maker for our birth? By habit, we complain when things go wrong; Our faith in God dithers and wavers much; We ought to keep steadfast in times of strife! Our faith gets tested during stress and strain. The little plant has taught me some wisdom; It grows because of God's glory on earth! It does not care for want of nourishment; It grows for sake of God as long He wants! Dissatisfaction fills most human hearts; Discontented, we stay mostly in life; Should we not thank the Lord for our fine birth? We ought to live to glorify our God! Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-12

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