Poetic Flows – Seeds

November 8, 2011 Posted by David Merritt No Comments

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
-Dave M.

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