Seeds and Soil
Some fell along the hard path in the field,
and so were left for birds to peck and eat.
Some fell on shallow soil; therefore, the yield
was sparse, for many withered in the heat.
And some were cast among the thorny brush
which choked and killed the tender shoots in time.
But still, some fell on good ground, rich and lush,
where splendid crops achieved a fruitful prime.
Which soil are we for seeds of Grace to grow
to harvest? Hard? Or shallow? Thorny? Good?
A little of all four, for sure, we know.
But if we soften, deepen, pull dead wood,
God's gracious work will germinate and thrive;
in spite of all, His glory will survive.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest No. 110
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/09/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: English Sonnet
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Form: Shakespearian Sonnet
Judged: 11/05/2016
Ref: Matthew 13:3-8 - The Parable of the Sower and the Seed
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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