"The Package of Seeds"

The Package of Seeds

by Edgar Guest

I paid a dime for a package of seeds

And the clerk tossed them out with a flip.

“We’ve got ‘em assorted for every man’s needs,”

He said with a smile on his lip.

“Pansies and poppies and asters and peas!

Ten cents a package and pick as you please!”

 

Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store

And dimes are the things he needs;

And I’ve been to buy them in seasons before,

But have thought of them merely as seeds.

But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time

"You have purchased a miracle here for a dime!"

 

"You've a dime's worth of power no man can create,

You've a dime's worth of life in your hand!

You've a dime's worth of mystery, destiny, fate,

Which the wisest cannot understand.

In this bright little package, now isn't it odd?

You've a dime's worth of something known only to God.