Every time I read a verse there is some spark of something new and different in me. A word, a piece of the story I didn't notice before and the I am lost in new thoughts and musings. A sacred seed of new ways is planted, cultivated with time and eventually takes some root to grow into a branch, a flower, a fruit. Sometimes this means we need to gaze at the branches and prune away old dead ones. Other times we look at the growth amazed at the health and color. This is the way of a living word. Not something stagnant or hard and ungrowable, but a living seed born within us all.