We Are Small, We Are Numerous, We Are Deep Image License (Matthew 13:31-32)
We Are Small, We Are Numerous, We Are Deep Image License (Matthew 13:31-32)
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We Are Small, We Are Numerous, We Are Deep
Acrylic, mustard seed on paper
By Carmelle Beaugelin Caldwell
Inspired by Matthew 13:31-32
From our Tell Me Something Good Lent 2026 collection.
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high-res image file formatted for print
high-res image file formatted for web/projection
A PDF of the artist's statement & scripture reference for the visual
A visio divina Bible Study Guide for you to use this image in a group study session that incorporates the ancient Benedictine spiritual practice of "divine seeing."
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From the artist:
Loose mustard seeds are nearly impossible to contain. They drift and scatter with the slightest breeze, asserting their own unruly will much like the mustard plants themselves. The mustard plant, dismissed as invasive weeds by some, is cultivated for healing and nourishment by others. Even now, after completing this piece, I am still finding stray seeds in my laundry, my car, my hair.
“They tried to bury us; they didn’t know we were seeds,” a line attributed to Greek poet Dinos Christianopoulos, has become a rallying cry for separated families along the Mexican-American border. More than a century earlier, Toussaint Louverture—the formerly enslaved commander of the self-emancipated army of Black cultivators in Saint-Domingue (colonial Haiti)—voiced a similar belief upon his deportation and imprisonment in France: “You have done no more than cut down the trunk of the tree of Black liberty. . . It will spring back from the roots, for they are numerous and deep.”
From the Corn Mother of Indigenous myth to African women braiding okra seeds into their hair as they were forced from their homelands, many of our ancestors understood the power of carrying life in its smallest form. Seed-carrying is an act of faith. These tiny, unassuming specks hold the audacious hope that wherever we go, we already have what we need to take root and flourish in strange and foreign soils. May our faith and our hopes be just as audacious, resilient, and uncontainable as the seeds which hold the fruits of our faith.
—Carmelle Beaugelin Caldwell
