out in the field
like in the parable
they grow, die, blown by the wind
or carried by bird
to other fertile ground.
I take the role of a sower
where in this world
I sow the seed of hope
love, peace and kindness
not much of worldly treasure
to hold nor to share.
The sower patiently waits
nature´s cycle of nurturance
toward maturity and fruition
making a good harvest
for the table to feast on
and sustain new life.
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