
Do our souls not travel through seasons? Can these travels alter the course of the rich path leading to our heart? And do these paths, as a result, sometimes become shallow from trampling stones or choked by overgrown thorns? Do we not, at times, require warmth or till, demand rest, and lack fill? Of course, and our Sower is there to scatter the seeds we need to feed troubled souls and mend worn paths to our hearts . . .
Like the seasons
a soul can linger;
requiring much work
from mighty fingers;
needing warmth;
requiring till;
demanding rest;
lacking fill.
In the spring time,
You tried to feed me
but dismissing heart
devoured seedling.
The warmth of summer,
brought sprouts of joy
but lack of root
soul's comfort destroyed.
The thorns of autumn,
the prick of fear
choke this spirit;
are You even here?
Sorrow collects rocks
seed will never sprout
Your attempts to feed
futile in heart's drought.
Like the seasons
a soul can linger;
requiring much work;
from mighty fingers
needing warmth;
requiring till;
demanding rest;
lacking fill.
I need a Sower
for barren ground;
transform tangled spirit;
fulfill a heart now bound.
Life's weather lingers
on weary souls
till and nourish what is closed
quench the thirsty once more.
Be the sower
for this sinner;
be my ark
in harsh winters;
spirit transformed;
heart fulfilled;
forever blessed;
faithfully milled.
Copyright 2017 Kimberly Nettuno
About the Author

Kimberly Nettuno
Kimberly Nettuno posts her poetry and reflections at www.becomingsound.me. When not writing, she enjoys working on her farm in North Georgia where she makes certified organic goodies for her critters and the surrounding, local farms. She shares this life with her husband, three home-schooled daughters, two dogs, two cats, three horses, eight goats, some two dozen chickens, and thousands of bees.
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