Sower of the Seed
In a landscape
once laid waste
By trampled
trust –
Lying fallow,
and fortified
Against all who
Trespass –
A single,
hesitant shoot
Peeps unexpected
From charred
soil, lifting tentative
Tendrils towards
the Son’s
Embrace.
Oh Sower of the
seed, whose scarred
And tender hands
Caressed this
once discarded
Kernel to life
Unseen,
Now shelter,
nourish, nurture it,
‘Til desolated
Fields spill
flowering fragrance
Over fruitful
land
Redeemed.
© Avril van der
Merwe 2005
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