What Seeds Are You Planting

By J. R. Miller

We are are not through with our life as we live it.
Every act, every word, every thought, every choice,
Is a seed which we drop.

We go on carelessly, never dreaming
that we shall ever again see our deeds.
Then some day we come upon an ugly plant growing somewhere, and we ask,
“What is this?”
Comes the answer:
“I am one of your plants. You dropped the seed which grew into me.”

Our lives are the little garden plants in
Which it is our privilege to drop seeds.
We shall have to eat the fruits of the seeds
Which we are planting these days.

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