Season of Short Ordinary Time
2019

The Sower

Come with me, dear one
I’ll show you the soils
            of your soul.
 The seeds of my love await
            the places in you that are open,
supple.
Yet, there are hard places.
            Paths where others have trod
with heavy soles                              
            words and actions
have packed the soil            leaving
            no place
            for seeds to grow.

Come with me dear one.
           I will teach you new paths.
I will help you turn the sod              breaking
            the soil of your heart.
Together we can till the hard places
            and make room for
 rows that will be ready
                       for seeds.
The soil worked and           
            fragrant with rain
crawling with earthworms.
            fertile
            waiting

 Yet, there will be stones in some of these
            new rows.
Stones of the past
                                    hurt                
Lumps of clay
and crumbled sandstone   
       pieces of granite
        collected        worshipped  
    on altars of sorrow.
I will break down these altars
            of tears.
We will gather together the stones of anger
            bitterness
    and build together a new
    foundation of forgiveness
               and peace.

 Come with me, dear one,
and let us pick the thorny weeds
that grow alongside the new,
         weak plants.
These thorny places are the hurts
that have long lived dormant in your
            soul and only come to the surface
when you are learning
                        about the deep wells of my love.
These thorns pierce,
scratch and sting 
when you remove them.
And sometimes they take
            with them the new seedlings.

 Do not fret, dear one.
I am here, sowing new seeds
            of love,
as you make room for me.
Walk with me through the gardens
            of your soul. Know I am
                        The Sower.
            Rejoice in the beauty
                      of my love.

Lara Stoudt