A Watched Pot

A Watched Pot

By: Jason Chew

A pot of dirt

It sits still on the brown desk

My eyes glued to the ceramic pot

I dare not blink, I might miss it

Because I’ve seen what comes next

Those fast-motion videos

Show seed to flower in a snap

I need only wait for the bloom

After all, isn’t it my duty?

I, the seed planter

the water giver

the faithful sustainer

Shouldn’t I be the watchful guard?

No, not duty; that bloom is my right

But I suppose I’ve forgotten

Neither seed nor flower is mine

Though I may try to seize control

I cannot make that flower grow

To seek that glorious view

of the bright petals is no sin

but the Gardener has His plan

Pass the pot to fellow workers

They will see to the flower’s growth

Rest in the Gardener’s wisdom

Have faith in the Gardener’s plan

He cares, He gives more than you.

1 Corinthians 3:5-8

What then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you believed, as the Lord assigned to each. I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and he who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor.