Knocking at God's Door
THE MIGHTY ACORN
By Mary Olivia Patiño
I stand under a canopy of green leaves
Basking in cool breeze
Lighthearted, Nature waits
Then acts playfully
Plucks an acorn
Bounces it like a ball
Branch to roof
Boomerangs to my head: Ouch!
Waking me from reverie
The acorn falls at my feet
Whispers: “I’m small.
Though bigger than a mustard seed,
I am mighty too;
For God created me.”
All around
Little acorns lie
Waiting for Nature’s agile children to leap
Munch a bit
Dig a hole and bury them
Behold: Soon, sprouts
The mighty oak tree!
Reveals God’s majesty.