In The Beginning

I am a mountain
He has chosen
to move.
Worthless to all but Him.
He saw the value
of a rock hard clump of dirt.
He saw the beauty
of every grain.
He saw the worth.
It rained
and still the cold hard earth
would not be softened,
would not move.
The rain continued on
for an eternity
and slowly the wind prevailed.
The seed became soaked in the wet
and the cold of the ground.
The mountain slid
just a wee bit at first....
But under His mighty hand
and He knowing its worth
moved me.
I am still a mountain that
He has chosen to move.
Now though, though I may
still be worthless in another’s eyes
my worth is found in that
I allow Him to move this mountain
as far, as wide, as deep
as He should choose.
You see, He has faith in me,
Sees what no one else has ever seen.
He loves me…one tiny seed….
and it has moved me,
yes, even changed me.

De'Anna West (April 2006) ©