While driving on a country road in England I saw a mustard field. It was just the right time when all the plants were in bloom, a patch of vibrant color on the landscape. I had to stop, take a photo, ponder the source of mustard, like Jesus sitting in the countryside, saw its brilliance and told a parable about the man who planted a mustard seed in his own field. It was a simple truth, one the people could relate to. It was a healing plant, an ancient mustard recipe. He used it to demonstrate the kingdom.
Pliny the Elder wrote of it. It can grow wild but when cultivated it is much improved. Once it is sown it is hard to get rid of it. The tiniest of seed yet Jesus said it will grow into a tree that shelters the birds.
the sound of yellow
vibrates from 2000 years
says my kingdom come
dVerse prompt on sound. Pliny the Elder wrote about natural history circa 23 to 79AD.
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I like the idea of yellow having a sound and the mustard field bringing to mind a two thousand year old parable.
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