~ ~ Cultivation ~

My sky was falling
Like
The little red hen's
It fell so fast,
And
Then came the wind-

And I needed to be
Planted
And tended with care
To sink roots
Deep
Grow some limbs of prayer…

So I plunged my
Hands
In the deep dark dirt
God's earth had ears
For
My tears and hurt

And up came my heart
From
Seeds of pain
To grow in the storms
And
Bloom in the rain…

~*~

Sharon Frye © 2006

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