Happy New Year! I wrote this poem a few weeks ago. I hope you find it encouraging.
I came upon a fallow field
And found a farmer standing there,
Considering how to make it yield
“O Sir!” I cried, “This land’s no good!
See how it barren, stony lies?
For all your sweat and all your blood
But the farmer took no heed
Of my rational demand,
Just hefted a small sack of seed
“Old man, you do not understand
The price I paid for this poor plot;
To hear which I for it have planned
I purchased this with my own life,
These blood-bought seeds. they fall as dew.
I plough in hope, and hoping wait
See now, you are the similitude,
You are the land clogged thick with clay.
And out of clay I’ll make a man
You must receive the worded seed,
Receive my blood which falls as rain–
The painful ploughing then won’t be
You will have that for which I died,
You’ll see my Passion’s just increase;
For righteousness will sprout inside,
Then the Farmer turned away,
His furrows dug upon my soul,
His word within implanted made
I looked upon that fruitful field,
And saw a harvest of his tending,
A tree of life which bears its fruit