A poem inspired by Chapter 4 of the Gospel of Mark
The seed was sown, the Word was heard, the birds came, but You repelled them
The seed sank into the soil, but deeper still You drove it
The rocks and weeds crowding, but You scoured, You gouged, You tore away
There was pain, there was loss, there were voids, but You filled them
The water was poured, the soil made rich, the seed surrounded, and time passed
The roots shot down into the soil, and deeper still you drove them
The life within was growing, and You watered, You tended, You pruned
There was pain, there was loss, there were wounds, and You healed them
The flower bloomed, the fruit formed, the harvest came, and it was not in vain
The fruit that grew was good, and You made it still better
In wisdom and perfect timing, You plow, You fallow, You harvest
There is fruit, there is joy, there is praise, and You deserve it all
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