This little spot of ground
Needs no watering or weeding
For what sinks a tender
Root into sun-baked dirt?
I wonder when seed first failed to sprout
On this palm-sized patch of yard?
Summer bleached the brown oasis hard
Amid a swaying sea of green,
Egregious clutch of pride!
The blades sear…
Granite ground gaping in furrowed rows
Deep, raw, open to receive the rain
Softening my sin-baked soul
*Inspired by Pastor Philip Griffin’s message yesterday on Luke 8:4-15 and nine words that continue to resonate in my heart: “trials break up our unplowed ground,” and “embrace the brokenness.”
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