Those seeds that fall on fertile land will grow
much better than those which land upon weed
or rock covered ground. Would it be fair, though,
to assume this is the fault of the seed?
By no means! The seeds are all alike. They
all hold the same potential. That is why
The Farmer takes such great care in the way
He tends to His earth: He knows seeds rely
on their environment. Likewise, when we
meet those who seem to struggle in this life,
do not be quick to judge, but look and see:
can you find ways to help them through their strife?
The Farmer loves his land, and He’s aware:
Bounty will come from ground that’s worked with care
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Hard work is needed for a crop to thrive,
and this labour does not instantly yield
results. It would be wrong, though, to arrive
at the conclusion: “toiling in this field
has no value.” Ask The Farmer who’s gone
through this process year after year. He’ll say
to you, “wait a week, then look once more on
this piece of earth. It won’t stay like today,
and in a few months you’ll see golden grain
where now you can only see the soil.
Wait for the results of the sun and rain
then enjoy the results of your toil.”
Although sometimes it may seem oh so slow
Those seeds that fall on fertile land will grow!
The Farmer won’t let things get it of hand
in any part of his business. Between
harvest and seeding, while snow hides the land,
it may seem that He’s nowhere to be seen,
but that is not the case. The Earth may sleep
beneath its wool blanket, but in His shop,
out of sight, the Farmer has tasks to keep
Him busy through the winter. He won’t stop
doing chores like mending harnesses or
resharpening ploughshares until the Spring’s
warm dawn pulls back the covers, and once more
He’ll work His land as He joyfully sings!
Even before the warmer months arrive
Hard work is needed for a crop to thrive
“The grass withers and the flowers fail, but the word of our God endures forever.” Isaiah 40:8
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
The crops that grow will struggle to survive
in those years when the sky seems hard as brass.
When rain is scarce, how can anything thrive?
All fades…withers…like the flowers and grass
But if you watch the Farmer, you will see
that he toils all day long, bringing pail
after pail of water from the stream. He
won’t willingly allow his crops to fail
Around his land, the earth is cracked and dry;
The Farmer’s fields, though, are fertile and green.
It’s when rain clouds don’t appear in the sky
that the Farmer’s work is most clearly seen
Though our lives often don’t go as we’d planned,
the Farmer won’t let things get out of hand.
If rocks or thorns are left upon the ground
by those who have been hired to tend to
his field, the Farmer won’t keep them around
very long. Instead, He will look for new
farmhands who will care for the land. The crop
is, after all, the purpose of His field.
He will seek for workers who will not stop
striving to find ways to increase the yield
produced by the land. Labourers like these
are worth every penny that they are paid,
but woe to those who do not seek to please
the Farmer. They have cause to be afraid!
Without care taken to help the plants thrive
The crops that grow will struggle to survive.
Just a note about the image: I decided to try my hand at drawing a thistle. I’ve never been much of an artist, but had the desire to try anyways. Watercolor pencils on paper. I utilized the “watercolor” aspect of the pencils in the top of the thistle only.
The Farmer knows He must prepare the earth,
and He understands that this process is
an ongoing practice. The land is worth
only as much as the labour of His
hands. He must remain vigilant for weeds,
as these can quickly overtake a field.
These unwanted plants can choke out His seeds
and very quickly will destroy His yield.
And every spring, He must gather each stone
that winter’s frost has pushed up from below.
Though the labour is hard,He does not groan,
for His reward is seeing His crops grow
An abundant harvest will not be found
If rocks or thorns are left upon the ground
Before he plants, the Farmer tills his field.
This is one of many steps that must be
taken if he hopes for his land to yield
a good harvest. Imagine, though, that he
chose to delay the tilling and instead
lived each day for merriment. If pleasure
became his greatest aim: if meat and bread
were laid out for all his friends like treasure,
Then for a time laughter and song would fill
his house! But then when the leaves began to
turn colour, he would be faced with the chill
realization, “there’ll be no crop for you!”
Farmland that yields no crops will bring no mirth
Hard packed sun-baked dirt is of little worth
This is the first part of what will eventually become a fifteen part sonnet cycle on the theme of “earth”. Click on “The Elements – Sonnet Cycles” tab up above I’d you would like to see either of my completed cycles on water and fire.
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Copyright -Sandra Crook
Everywhere he went, he was greeted with kind words, friendly waves, warm smiles. Charles loved this town! He smiled and waved in return as his tractor put-putted down the road away from the chalet.
The rack that he pulled was mostly filled with round hay-bales – a valuable commodity during this year of drought, so it was no wonder that the people of this agricultural area welcomed him so readily.
Three police cruisers sped the other way, lights flashing…towards the chalet. Charles smiled and waved at them as well.
Charles knew that nobody ever suspects the guy driving the tractor.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, where Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provides us with a weekly photo to get our creative juices flowing.