Poetic Flows – Seeds
Sometimes we get the feeling our work is in vain.
Seeds we’ve sown. And yet harvest no gain.
So we wonder – and wonder, and wonder,
About the surface – and what’s going on up under.
If we could see. If we could dig up the dirt and just see.
I want to be shown that what I’ve sown – will be.
I just want to know that it’s me.
But that’s faith.
When you can’t touch it – can you believe?
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. – Ecclesiastes 3:1