PAD Challenge Day 1: Mustard Seed

PAD Challenge Day 1: Write a seed poem.

Mustard Seed

If my spiritual mountains could talk,

they would dare not whisper

a lone sweet parable.

They would shout,

in the name of Jesus,

declare and decree

victory over my misfortunes.

With poise,

chapter after chapter,

of despair and sorrow,

their words would etch and sketch

me out of hopelessness and

calculated schemes

orchestrated by life’s adversaries.

Their words

would color me

pretty undefeatable;

show and tell the peak of my faith;

shape me in the symmetric

of the eleven Hebrews.

Down this visual Hall of Faith,

by my lily in the valley,

these mountains will faithfully

announce the fate of my faith.

They shall say:

God is her only idol.

She is a descent of Abraham;

Her righteousness never took rest.

She is an ark and captain of her sea,

by and by, floating by faith through

the flood of her grieving tears.

She is an escapee to death and modern slavery;

a modest scion of black success,

steering new generations with wisdom and comfort.

She has been favored and betrayed.

She is humble, and swift at dishonoring trends.

Her heart is engraved in God’s hands.

Her wisdom and dreams are derivatives of Daniel’s.

Once a lady in blood, barren like Sarah

but a Queen Mother to offsprings

not sown in her womb.

She faced me faithfully and said,

Mountain, move from here to there.

And I have moved.

And she remains,

a true daughter in faith

and an apprentice 

to her father in heaven. 

💜 D'ElegantOne