Mustard Seed

Must, a seed that does not carry weight
Unto rich pockets, or foolish such a way---
Scatter nevertheless, to a fertile plain may pay,
The rain moisturises; veins awake
As the seed brews, a deed destines to break:
Row--- the seed grows into a stem into a Trunk the Great
Day trade whose trade is to fish masses for a place;
Seats in gold, but on soil their pilgrims' plane,
Enter once, its spread of branches as birds prey to pray:
Endless glory that invites an egoistic cock to praise,
Drill, seven days the seed creates, a mountain and a lake.

---- Jesus said that if one has faith as small as a mustard 
seed, he/she can do great things. This poem is actually an 
acrostic because the first alphabets on each line form words 
"MUSTARD SEED" when scan downwards.

by
Kucinta Setia
kucintasetia@post1.com

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