“ He also said, “ This is what the Kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground.” ( Mark : 4:26)
There goes out a sower
A field to plough , soils to dig
In the desert, a garden grower
Fighting against the prig.
Shallow soil, grain withered away
Scattered along the path, put to scorn
Eaten by fowls, hope gone ashtray
Heir of death, planted among the thorn .
Seed scattered on willing ground
One knows not how
All by itself , a way is found
Less than all that be.
Springs, sprout – a bough .
Birds perch in this shade.
Such a treasure! The heart swayed
A secret land, not toiled by human hand.
Harvest time:
Seed for the reaper
Bread for the hunger.
July/2009
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