During Easter week, while I'm taking some holiday, I'm putting poems rather than regular blog postings. This one is a different way of looking at a familiar parable.
Wild flowers, in the hedgerow growing
Spring born, seeds blown in the wind
The invisible sower, the spirit sowing
Scatters the seed widely and thinned
Hard rocky ground, hard to take root
Stones of pain here, on thin soil of earth
Sometimes so hard, the despair is acute
But seed can take hold, come as rebirth
Weeds choking, breathless, why is it so?
The question we ask, the answer to seek
Nature a mystery, that we do not know
Sometimes seed is so tired and weak
But never lose hope, and never despair
The seeds of hope will cast out all fear