A Softening

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!
Oh, Lord…

The blades sear…
It hurts!

Granite ground gaping in furrowed rows
Deep, raw, open to receive the rain

Softening my sin-baked soul
For planting.

*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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