Haiku of
potential
The seed is
scattered
on the ploughed
earth by the man,
hoping and praying.
It’s all about
soil
and where the seed
comes to rest;
where it sends down
roots.
Some fall on the
path;
the birds know that
they’re in luck,
swiftly make their
claim.
On the rocky soil
shoots come soon,
then fall away;
lack sufficient
roots.
The weeds claim
their share,
choking tender
shoots of green;
lacking commitment.
Seemingly against
the odds, some seed
comes to rest
in good soil.
Hooray!
Like in the kingdom
the gospel seeds
find a place
where love can grow
strong.
Take the seed deeply
in your heart,
listen to it,
bear abundant fruit.
©
Ken Rookes 2020
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