Good ground

The gospel reading yesterday was the parable of the sower who sows seeds on various types of ground. Only those seeds landing on good ground grow and produce fruit. I wrote a poem a while back about my desire to be good ground. Here it is:

Being Good Ground

The seed planted in good ground thrives.

It yields a hundred-fold.

But how do I become good ground?

 

The river gathers and deposits—

Year after year—the best soil from her banks.

Earth quakes to break apart the rock.

Then sun and wind do their part

Whittling grains of sand to add into the mix.

Clay—the fine, so moldable when wet—

Is stirred in for coherence.

 

Yet, without the humus, the ground is sterile.

The rotting, decomposing mess makes it whole.

Then worms and crawling, hidden things stir and boil,

Making all disparate parts

Ready to receive the seed.

Oh, the precious seed!

 

I want my heart to be the fertile ground

To receive and foster

That great seed of life.

 

Break apart my hardness.

Let your life giving waters flow

And bring the raw material of my life to settle.

Then let the fine, all permeating spirit

Hold me close together in your hand.

 

And, Lord, let me not shrink from welcoming

That dying, smelling excrement

Which lowly worms labor to transform.

Let me yield to this great process

And wait patiently

To accept that blessed seed.

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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