Seeds

How rocky is your soil?
How blind, your eyes?
How deaf, your ears?
How hardened, your heart?
How cluttered, your mind?

Maybe you heard

but did not understand;

thus, the treasured seed was stolen.

Or maybe you heard

and even rejoiced

yet had no foundation

for truth to stick;

thus, the winds of problems,

changes, and persecutions

blew the precious seed away.

Or maybe you heard,

but life happened -

its worries and schemes

hatching only barrenness.

Oh, to have a heart

full of the loam

of belief and understanding,

a rich soil

ready for planting,

a heart awaiting

a plentiful harvest

from divine seed.

Prepare the soil.

Remove all impediments.

Plant the seed.

(My New Year's prayer for 2017)