Thursday, April 22, 2010
The sight of burgeoning seeds never fails to amuse me. Every time I plant seeds I'm aware of the possibility that they may not sprout- and then they grow, seemingly from nothing, and it restores all my faith.
I know people who argue that things like seeds sprouting are not miracles, because they happen everyday, and I suppose in a strict sense they're right, but to me the seed itself is a miracle. The existence of something that can begin a life, that's just waiting for all the right circumstances to fall into place, and then it will uncurl a little green shoot and start lifting itself out of the dirt, is miraculous to me.