The Small Acorn

The Small Acorn

By Anna Herman

There once was an acorn who was quite small;

No creature paid notice, not one at all.

By the small acorn stood a black nightshade;

A plant full of poison and greatly arrayed.

It said, "You will never be big like me,

Nor will you be a great sight to see."

The acorn cried as the black nightshade jeered.

His tears wet the earth, and he soon disappeared.

Under the earth, as the acorn decayed, 

Snow fell on the earth and the skies were greyed.

After the long winter had passed away,

Clouds full of rain appeared during May.

The drops gently fell from the sky to earth,

Soaking the dead acorn and causing rebirth.

Up from the ground came a green sprout,

Which was the small acorn now turned all about.

Slowly and slowly the small acorn grew

Under warm sun rays and clear skies of blue.

Soon the small acorn became a grand oak.

He saw the black nightshade and then he spoke.

"You were once cruel and so very mean

Because I was small and often not seen.

Your words made me cry day after day,

But behold there was no need for dismay.

I became a great oak and now I provide

For each small critter, a place to abide.

My roots have gone deep, my branches have spread

All from an acorn that was seemingly dead.

And so from my life 

The wise can deduce

You are never too small 

For God to use.

Mark 4:30-32