Beneath the tree of shadows doom
Lived cat of black in bitter gloom
For that black cat would fight all day
With that dark cat across the way.
It started with it throwing trash
It filled the street with so much glass
That car tires would pop and go astray
Making cat lives more risky
Across the way he didn’t like
How black cat chased right after bikes
He felt it like a hypocrite
To see garbage and throw a fit.
So meow and cry across the road
Sometimes change to fighting mode
Then one day cat across the way
Held yarn in street for cats to play
The black cat turned with claws out sharp
And dug them deep into cat heart.
Then in nine minutes nine lives left
Because the black cat was too miffed
But to surprise off all around
A cat nearby with yarn was found
It was his yarn upon the road
The cat across the way had thrown
The cat across the way was wrong
To fill the road with junk along
Because he had his life was lost
What one small accident had cost
The black cat said he’d no regrets
Its his fault, cats there end had met
Yet next day cat ran near a bike
A car swerved quickly at the sight
The black cat waited for the pain
But car was stopped in other lane
Its tires flat had been subdued
From shattered glass still in the road
From there he learned cat cross the way
Had words he didn’t like to say
But he had words that were bad too
What was he supposed to do?
You see both thought life was at risk
With the other cat going amiss.
So what shall be the outcome here
Like you like me, on different sphere
Like you like me, we want what’s good
Like you like me, we stand for should
Like you like me, our paths divert.
Like you like me, hope you don’t hurt.
The Story Of Coriantumr
Preface
For most of my Sunday blogs I’ve kept them focused on Jesus Christ and related to Him through stories held within the Bible, today I’d like to branch off. For those familiar with the term Mormon many thoughts come to mind. For some it reminds them of The Book of Mormon Musical, for others a denomination of Christianity, some see it as a religious moment that does not follow the Jesus found within the Bible, and others only wonder how many wives mormons have. Whatever your thoughts on the religion often referred to as Mormonism the reason for the name comes from the Book of Mormon.
The Book of Mormon is said to be a record of a small group that abandoned Jerusalem prior to the Babylonian capture around the time of Daniel. For those that believe the Book of Mormon as additional scripture from God they are blessed with deeper insights to truths taught within the Bible. Now being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I belong to a church where we believe the Book of Mormon to be Scripture from God. I have also witnessed for myself truths from within The Book of Mormon that have brought me closer to Christ.
“Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God:”
-1 John 4:2
Now this is a very general scripture from the Bible, but I’ve learned in my life that any efforts to draw closer to Christ and the life he lived is good. For myself I have found The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has an overabundance of material focused on bringing one closer to Jesus.
The Story Of Coriantumr
In ancient America a King rose by the name of Coriantumr. It is suggested he overthrew the current king of the land, Coriantumr being the rightful heir to the throne. He was a powerful man with no ties to God. In his days a prophet of God appeared called Ether. He tried to teach the people of God, but was driven out of the land.
Just as Coriantumr had earned the throne through bloodshed, bloodshed followed his reign. Not long after sending Ether away many rose up to take the throne from him. He, being just as crafty as his opponents, was able to thwart many of these attempts with battle and death. It’s said that Coriantumr’s sons fought much and bled much on behalf of their father.
In the heat of these battles for the throne Ether appeared from his hiding place and came to Coriantumr with a proposition. The Lord had told Ether that if Coriantumr would repent of all his sins and chose Christ, he would be rewarded with keeping his kingdom and his people being spared. Now Coriantumr was at the height of his power, not only had he taken the throne by force he had, thus far, been successful in thwarting all attempts at taking the throne. What need did he have of a God that required so much of him?
Soon after rejecting and even trying to kill Ether, a man rose up who defeated Coriantumr and placed him in prison. Immediately his sons went into action reclaiming the throne for their father, but the flood gates had opened. Coriantumr wasn’t as invincible as he had appeared before and new enemies appeared. With betrayals, the slaying of Brothers and kin, two superpowers eventually ruled the ancient world. The might of Shiz and the unmoving Coriantumr. There were only two sides, the safety of joining Coriantumr’s cause of maintaining the throne or joining the new wave of Shiz army who would kill you without a second thought if you stood in their way. Two superpowers colliding together.
Shiz’s mission was the death of Coriantumr. He chased him all across the land killing anything that slowed him down. When the two armies collided the battle was fierce leaving Coriantumr wounded to the point of death. For the first time since his arrival, believing his opponent dead, Shiz calls off the battle. The two titans seemed to be subdued.
On his recovery bed Coriantumr reflects on the words of Ether years before on the legacy he would leave had he chosen to ignore God’s call to repentance. He writes a letter desiring relief for his people. He offers Shiz the Kingdom if only he will stay his hand and spare them all. Shiz refuses his offer, countering, if Coriantumr will offer himself as a sacrifice for his people, they will be spared.
Now here is an interesting point and probably the most important of the entire story. Just like Christ Coriantumr is offered an opportunity to save his people by sacrificing his own life. The scriptures never specify whether or not Coriantumr decides to take this and is prevented by his people or if he refuses and demands they fight for him. From the wording I don’t think it’s too much to assume Coriantumr at least considered the offer.
I’ve always wondered how Christ’s life would look different had he been surrounded by people knowing he was their Savior. Watching this story unfold gives a glimpse of what that might have looked like. I can see Coriantumr telling his people he must submit. They call out in defiance,
“Be it far from thee, Lord: this shall not be unto thee.”
Coriantumr, looking out at his loyal servants, knowing together they could overtake the army of Shiz. His heart is hardened against Shiz and he builds one final army to end the conflict. This leads to the final battle where every living soul is lost. Those loyal to Coriantumr lost in loyalty to their king, those loyal Shiz lost in his vengeance. The only soul left, Coriantumr left to sulk in his people’s destruction.
Unlike Christ, Coriantumr did not turn back to his people and declare this was his mission. Unlike Christ, he did not leave in the night, submitting himself in secret. Yet, just like Christ his sacrifice would have saved his people. This is an echo of the choice he was offered before, repent and your people will be spared. Those two choices are a type of further commitment.
Christ offers, repent and come unto him and his Atonement covers you. You will find peace and joy by the hand of the Lord through repentance. This was a similar promise made by Ether to Coriantumr. With repentance his people would be spared from war and his family would retain the Kingdom. The second promise is similar to the first. By giving your life to God you are promised exaltation, to be given a higher calling to bring others to God with you. Coriantumr was told by giving his life it would bring all his people into safety against their enemy.
I’ve always looked at this story and saw bloodshed and violence. Yet here it is, a physical representation of a deeper spiritual reality. It’s amazing how a story so bleak can hold such spiritual truths and that is how you can see Christ in all things. Life is like a never ending cycle with stories echoing the deeper truths of the heavens.
Back At It Again
So I’ve been a little MIA with writing. It started with overwhelming myself with so much to write, then evolved into a desire to reach out and do other things besides just writing. I’ve always enjoyed playing video games, although I wouldn’t call myself a gamer because its not something I invest a lot of time in, but as of late we got my son the Hogwarts Legacy and I had to dabble, which turned into late nights playing til I beat it.
I love a good story, thats where my passion is so strong for writing. I enjoy making stories and presenting them, something I’ve tried recently doing with videos, but I’m still a little broken on my method for that. That’s why when I decided to play Hogwarts Legacy I got sucked in a little bit. Although its meant to be an open world game where you can adventure all over, I got sucked up into the story and had to press forward til It was complete. At least I felt like I did.
This actually is becoming a moment of enlightenment. You see, I finished the story a week or so ago and I haven’t picked up the game since. Its not that I haven’t found interest to so much as I don’t really have time and I don’t feel like there is anything pulling me to play with time I could use elsewhere. Before completing the story I felt a pull to sacrifice time for writing or sleeping or even sometimes eating to play.
This same pattern has exhibited in my writing. I’ve been working on my book for years, and now after finally having the whole thing written out and a first story set out I struggle to do the refining part. The completion side of playing video games was there when I was younger. To beat the game was to have everything possible, yet as I’ve gotten older it just hasn’t been there the same. That’s where I’ve always been with writing, getting the story out has always been there, but refining it is a struggle. I almost wish there was a team writing you could go to who could refine the story for you, but on that same note keep the story your own.
Anyway, I’ve got that little fire burning behind me again. Every year I make a goal to finish my book. I list the weeks and days I would need if I did it chapter by chapter but something gets in the way. Maybe this is the time to just buckle down and finish it.
The Apple Tree
A seedling small placed in the ground
Grown big and tall with all around
The gardeners worked with all their might
To keep it growing through the night
Then fruit appeared upon one day
Some thought what luck and other dismay
“What shall we do with this new fruit,
Give to the poor?” To them it suit
The other thought it ought not fair
Why should workers less be cared
For they had been there night and day
The fruit was theirs, to them be paid.
So two sides formed with different plans
They formed together like two bands
One believed the fruit for all
They thought still green the fruit should fall
The others felt the tree a gift,
They guarded it with might so swift.
The two groups argued day and night
For who was wrong and who was right.
And in that time the tree just swayed
From years of plenty and some dismayed
But all who fought agreed on one
Despite not known by anyone
The tree, the most important thing
For everyone, to life it brings
Yet fights grew bitter everyday
The arguments turned into hate
And one day boy with little years
Made choice that brought a tribe to tears
For in the night he took a knife
And slew a man from the other side
Most mourned for the bitter loss
Of not just life, but conflict cross
But some gave cheer for they were victim
Of some of that man’s strongest ism’s
The cheers caused a bitter rise
From those that felt that cheer a guise
And those that held the strongest pain
Turned to their swords, began to slay.
And as the blood covered the grass
The war waged on forever last
Until the last two men stood strong
A battle of ideals so long
Til fainted both from sunkissed skin
Bitter death, dehydration
The tree now lone looked on the field
Of bloody bodies anger yield
And many days did not much pass
Before the tree no longer last
For with no one on either side
Its life faded, it slowly died
A bitter lesson learned that day
Words so strong that many say
When turned to violence either way
They end with no one here to stay.
No one here to tend the tree,
To fight for pie or apple seeds
To give to all that stand in need
To give the gift God gave to thee.
Stand to defend your rights you must
To defend those within your trust,
But careful offense ain’t your path
To seek to win before the last
A battle that has yet to start
Should not begin with you apart.
The Story Of Hagar
Last week I felt like I was struggling to get words from my head to the page. Sometimes all the specifics get muddled and you just need poetry to leave things just broad enough yet also personal. Poetry to me is like painting a picture, it’s not clear what I’m saying to everyone, but it is to me and that’s what makes it powerful.
I was thinking about what to write on my blog this week. Typically I have a subject in mind for my Sunday Sessions, but lately I’ve felt distracted from writing and it’s been harder to really think of something. As I pondered a familiar story came to my mind, the tale of Hagar. If you’re not familiar I will recount the tale, but I feel as though her story is so important and it tells of her patience and love for God despite Him leading her into tribulation. It’s a story of imperfect people making imperfect decisions and God making great things anyway.
When Sarah and Abraham were married I’m certain it was a wonderful day. In that time one of the greatest glories of a woman, and honestly considered the most important role, was the role of having children. In our day that seems old fashioned and sexist, but for Sarah not having children was devastating. Suddenly she didn’t know her place in the world anymore. What kind of wife could she be if she couldn’t have kids? This led to a decision of giving her handmade, Hagar, over to Abraham so she could bear him a child, a legal custom in their day, much like surrogacy today, with less of the medical intervention.
Sarah most likely made the choice because it was a common custom of the day, but it wasn’t one she was actually okay with. The moment Hagar conceived she was bitterly jealous. This jealousy turned to abuse, one so brutal Hagar wished to leave Sarah.
In tears by a fountain, an angel appeared to Hagar to comfort her. The angel instructed her to return to Sarah and that her child would multiply upon the earth because of her sacrifice. Hagar returned with a blessing from God. Today we can sympathize with both women, both subject to the customs of their time, but as important as that part of the story is, there is a more general lesson in this story.
After Sarah is finally able to have a child, Hagar’s son, Ishmael is caught making fun of Isaac, the new baby boy. Sarah is so upset she commands Abraham to send them away. Distraught, Abraham contemplates this decision until God tells him to do so.
Abandoned and in the wilderness, Hagar lays her son down in the bush and walks away too heartbroken to watch her blessed child die from thirst. Broken and hopeless Hagar cried to God, the being who had promised her such blessing for remaining with Sarah. In her darkest moment God came to her and reminded her of the blessing already promised. He gave her sight, to see water and replenish her son.
When it comes to society and women’s place in it, this story gives a deep allegory on how despite the world’s views, God has a greater plan for all. Hagar’s worth in the world had been torn to absolute nothing, she was no wife and her child was second rate to the child born of Sarah. The world told Hagar she was pointless, but God did not.
At the fountain God reminded Hagar she was important. No matter her statues in the house of Abraham. Ishmael’s name means God will hear or God hears. In a house where the head seems to be the most connected to God, God reaching out directly to Hagar was a sign of her importance. She was just a surrogate, her baby would have been seen as a child of Sarah, she wasn’t important, but she was to God.
No matter your statues, no matter how small
To Him you’re important, the Master of all
He’s always there watching, at night he can hear
The prayers and the crying of those He holds dear.
The servant, the master, the slave, and the king
For all he has suffered, his praises we sing.
Forgotten by world, ignored by a friend
For Him you’re important, from right now till no end.
The Fallen Tree
Like grass in spring it shifts and sways
But no one sees the base decay
The fall at any moment may
Make sound not found in any way
The question asked by many here
If tree falls down will any hear
If it’s found where no one’s near?
Makes no sound it does appear
But questions really will it sound
If here and there no one’s around
Can any hear if sounds not found
No matter if they’re near the ground?
The words we speak may go unseen
But does that say they have no mean
Does silence say there is no scene
Or does it mean a different thing?
Written words inside your head
Words alive but never read
Does this mean the words are dead
If written just inside the head?
But written down on paper too
Not to be shared not to be viewed
Written living life anew
In silent glory humble pew.
Like stars they hide behind the sun
Despite their glorious beauty won
When sparkling in the evening, fun.
The words, they shine despite the ton.
Though not spoken they can be quite loud
The silence like a booming crowd
The silence tells its story found
The silence fills the room around.
So tree falls in an open field
The dust blows up, the grass unhealed
The scars they burn, the tree is killed
A fallen log, sound past its yield.
David’s Fall
The other day I found myself singing Hallelujah alone in my kitchen while I was waiting to go to work. I enjoy singing, but I don’t really feel like I’m that great at it. This morning though I felt pretty good and was trying to put my whole soul into it. The first two verses of that song echoed in my heart till a few days later I found myself thinking of the lyrics in my head. They talk about King David and his connection to God through music and his downfall as if a test from God on his faithfulness. These thoughts moved towards David’s fall. The night he stood on his balcony and let the sight of the woman below steal his soul.
The story itself is fairly familiar for many. After a fierce campaign of battle, rather than lead his troops, David sends his captain instead. While home he walks onto his balcony and catches sight of a beautiful woman bathing below him. He’s smitten and asks about her. After getting more information he calls her up and has relations. That in itself is enough to make any David admirer cringe, but that’s not where it ends. When the woman is found pregnant David tries to convince her husband to return home and lay with her, but because the other soldiers are still in battle he refuses the luxuries of home life.
After failing to convince the husband, David turns to the loyalty of the man and sends him to his death. In a letter carried by Uriah, the husband, David advises his captain to send Uriah to the forward most brutal part of battle. Just as expected, Uriah is killed in battle. David then takes the woman to wife. A harrowing tale for a “man after God’s own heart”.
It’s such a sad story, the faithful servant that struck down the giant. The boy who had more faith than all of Israel now diminished to the lists of mortal men. David was the king and whatever he desired was his. The scriptures are very clear on this story, but as I thought about it all I wonder if the story played out differently in real life.
David’s sin in this tale was murder and adultery, but I think we too often zone in on David sleeping with Uriah’s wife and forget the whole of his actions. David didn’t just see Bethsheba and then call on her, he saw her, he asked about her to his servants, he likely extended offers through those servants and when he felt he could seduce her he did. His sin wasn’t a moment of weakness, but a planned process. This gets even deeper when his covering up takes place. He tries desperately to cover it all up by simply convincing Uriah he was going to be the proud father of a newborn, but ironically Uriah’s loyalty, a trait probably obtained through admiration of David’s loyalty, kept him from taking part in those luxuries.
The next part I can see David justifying. This man was so loyal, he needed to be in the front lines. In fact Uriah was going to stand with David’s most faithful servants. Joab himself was fearful about having to tell the king of the dead except for Uriah, who he tells the servant to emphasize if David was upset about the others killed in battle. Uriah, while terrified, likely saw it as a reward for the loyalty he had shown while in the sight of King David. For Uriah he was pulled from war as a test and passed with flying colors.
These events I feel come from a more overarching theme of the day. Kings are bad, no matter who they are. David was regarded as a man after God’s own heart. He was the faithful that stood against the giant Goliath. He was not the only good King turned bad, Saul before him was a righteous youth called by God to lead Judea. Both these men show how Kingship can corrupt the best.
Within this story is a more important theme. Good things can come through our mistakes. While the son conceived in adultery did not make it through infancy, after marrying Bathsheba David had another son with her. Solomon. Solomon would go on and be regarded as one of the wisest Kings of his time and build the Temple. Solomon was literally born because of the very events we cringe thinking about.
This is a prime example of how even the worst moments in our lives God can mold into great things. That is why he is the ultimate King. We see these examples of great men becoming corrupt through pride, lust, and riches (Saul, David, and Solomon respectively) yet God takes those works and can move His work forward despite those weaknesses. No matter what tangle of a mess you feel like you’re in, know God can make it worth it, God can make it right, God can turn the bad to good, God makes darkness light.
First Day
I remember being a kid and thinking school was exciting. The weeks leading up to it you were getting new clothes and backpacks. You got a nice pair of shoes. You were all ready, hoping you could impress with your new get up. I don’t know when that changed. As I got older I stopped caring so much about what I go before school and was excited for the friends I would see at school. Looking back now I don’t hear much from them, but as a parent I see how hard and strange it must have felt for them watching me.
This is the first year all my kids are in school. Lucky for me right now my work schedule allows me to get them off to school and pick them up pretty much all week. In addition I have all this extra time I can spend with my wife, which anyone with children know that’s usually a rare commodity.
It’s such a strange thing to think about my own mind when I was a kid, vs my kids mind today. My life revolves around my family. That is what is most important and that’s what influences my decision, but I didn’t always feel that way as a kid. My life revolves around school. I wore things I thought looked cool. I did my hair because I was worried about being made fun of. Now my kids have their own little world.
When they leave that car to walk into school suddenly our lives separate for a moment. These little people I’ve built my life around now start building their own and there’s a mix of emotions hard to explain. Suddenly I have time again, for writing, for reading, for resting and cleaning. (It’s stupid, but yes I rhymed on purpose) I have time to talk to my wife and get to know her again. Because of my work schedule we can date, and just enjoy each other’s company for a few hours a day.
The great thing about poems is it restricts you from rambling or saying too much. I think my poem probably says it best. This moment is bitter sweet. Watching my children live their own lives is what it was all for, but they are also some of my closest friends because I’ve put a lot of my heart into them. They probably don’t feel the same, and that’s okay because I’m their dad, but I wish they really knew how much I loved them. I just want that to carry them through the hard times, because that’s what my parents love did for me.
The Bitter Sweet
Walking slowly to the room
Your smile switching off and on
The nervousness followed with joy
Your first day nerves, they won’t last long.
The lemon falling from the tree
Taste so strong, juice so sour
A cup of sugars all it takes
For lemonade to take the hour
The quiet rooms without a sound
It’s peaceful, yet the quiets loud
It screams of children once were there
Now learning more, we feel so proud.
Rain that tumbles to the floor
We run to save the many pillows
The yellow grass now clings to life
It turns green throughout the meadows
Sitting snuggly in my arms
You should stay small and stay with us
She giggles daddy I’m getting big
Schools, what I have to do. She fused
The moment when you finally know
There’s no more running round the halls
From here on out the babies held
Will be when friend and family calls.
Good for Nothing
There’s a song I’ve listened to a few times that rings like a bell in my head called “Good For Nothing”. It tells a story of people making mistakes and feeling… good for nothing. The chorus is what really rang in my head though.
“Good for nothing, like Nazareth where the Son of Man was born.
Good for nothing, like two fish in the hands of a little boy.
Good for nothings what they said he was driving nails into his hands.
He’s been to the grave and back.
I guess he didn’t do all that,
Good for nothing.”
Listening to those lyrics resonated, as I bet they would with a lot of people, because I think we often find ourselves feeling good for nothing. To look at it from the point of view of this you really see how something considered good for nothing by those surrounding it can evolve into a great for everyone. This spiraled into the idea that small things lead to great things and the poem The Unimportant.
I’ve always wanted to go line by line through my poems to really expand on my thoughts as I was writing, but I hesitate because the joy of art is being able to interpret it in your own way that speaks to you. This one in particular I wanted to cover some of it, just a glimpse into my mindset as I write.
The slowly building Eastern wind
The saying hi to forgotten friend
The making turns when others bend
The soft sorry to make amends
Here I was just thinking of how nice it was for someone to reach out to you when you haven’t heard from them in awhile. The idea that sometimes we have to make slight adjustments to our lives to meet people where they’re at and how important it is to forgive for every relationship. This first set was rooted in long distant relationships. Some are literally distance, some are distant by time, and some are distant by anger. It’s the small things that help bring those relationships closer.
The seed that grows into a tree
The soft reminder you are seen
The question asking where you’ve been
The sticking through when you are mean.
This is more personal relationships. It’s a representation of how relationships can grow into a great thing. The small reminders that help each partner feel like they are seen. The willingness to let go of anger and accept when we’ve made a mistake. I purposely wrote the last line with the thought that it doesn’t mean sticking it out when someone is mean to you, but our own willingness to recognize when we have crossed a line. It’s the ability to overcome our embarrassment and shame of making a mistake and putting that saved energy back into your relationship.
The ripple that turns into wave
The holding in so you behave
The silly secrets, don’t you cave
The little child came to save
Some lines in the poem stick out like. The holding in so you behave, a line I think that really came from my wife. She talks a lot about being a people pleaser and the faces she feels like she has to put on sometimes to make sure those around her feel loved. She’s a very loving person and she’s not spiteful about it and she honestly enjoys others’ joy, but that line seemed to resonate as she has her struggles. The feeling that you have to hold back your own feelings to make those around you feel comfortable. Holding those in can be extremely burdensome. It’s followed by “the silly secrets, don’t you cave,” in direct correlation to the line before the relief for holding in is having someone special to share those struggles with. Someone you can trust to hold onto your secrets with you.
The snuggle in the morning breeze
The getting dressed with so much ease
The blessings from that time you sneezed
The little wants try to appease
This line is about my children. As I was writing my daughter sat by me and snuggled up against me. A few minutes later my son walked out the door completely dressed and ready for the day, a rare occurrence. The final line is my middle son who is always trying to make peace with everyone in the house. He gives up so much for everyone else just because he wants everyone to feel loved. A trait from his mama.
The saying yes, but feeling no
The feelings in we try to show
The want to stay but need to go
The being kind despite a foe
This honestly was a representation of love. The sacrifices we make against our own feelings, the need to express and the complication of trying to express our feelings, and the desire to stay close to those we love even when we have paths that don’t always intersect. I feel that a lot of times leaving for work, a desire to stay with the people I love but needing to go to work. The final line represents not just the idea of being kind to your enemies, but being kind despite your challenges. We all have a lot going on and that can bring on a weighty burden, especially in an intimate relationship. Not letting those “foes” stop you from being kind is important.
The village where nobodies from
The fish and bread, to me here come
The unforgiven men the sum
The sacrifice for peace now done
These four lines I feel like are fairly straight forward if you understand the life of Jesus Christ. “Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?” John 1:46. A statement made by one who would eventually walk the path with Jesus. The bread and fish fed to thousand by Christ and the desire to receive spiritual sustenance from God. The exchange of Barabbas with Christ at the time of his crucifixion and our own personal sins being the reason for his death. Finally, after Christ’s death He promised to leave behind the Spirit of Peace, a gift that came through his sacrifice.
The boy found teaching greater things
The man whose father built great things
The man who sought from lesser things
To turn them all to greater things.
Again an emphasis on Christ’s life, coming from a small beginning with big “shoes” to fill. He also chose his disciples from people that were not considered the most religiously scholared of the day and turned them into great leaders that pushed Christianity into the modern age.
The slowly building summer wind
Increases when we meet a friend
Turn towards them, when they bend
Let kindness be the mutual mend.
The last paragraph was meant to be a mirror of the first. The entire poem was focused around how little or seemingly unimportant things can have big outcomes, the ripples in the waves, the small seed of a tree, and the winds are all aspects of life that literally build and can cause both great damage as well as life giving resources. While some of the lines were linked together a lot of them were individual. Each line signified something small in life that can cause a huge outcome with the final focusing on Jesus Christ and His own seemingly unimportant beginnings especially as regarded by His own people.
Jacob Gittins 