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A mustard seed

I was sent a mustard seed today
By post, taped to a calling card
Inside a small envelope and the
Message said:
"Faith as small as a mustard seed".

In church, when the choir stopped
Singing, my correspodent said:
"In Israel, I saw trees clapping hands".
As her coach slowed, the large heavy
Leaves were stirred by the wind
Against each other.

On the train to London I had
An epiphany: the mustard seed
In my heart was alive and
I could feel God's love
And I had discovered its
Eternal strength.

Between Peterborough and
Northampton, I looked to my right
Out the car window and saw
A perfect stand of trees:
I saw the big sky of blue and
Epic clouds. I smiled.

I smiled as I drove towards
Home.

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