Hard works he who farms
the earth, providing food
for all. He clears the land,
prepares the soil, and with
loving care, plants the seed.
Now it is the seed who must
work, but only in its own
time. When the rains begin,
the days are longer with
warming sun, the seed awakens
and sends forth it shoots,
ultimately bearing fruit.
But the farmer is impatient,
every day he digs up a seed
to see if it has sprouted, then
seeing it has not, he carelessly
casts it upon the grown where
the birds quickly eat it. Each day
the farmer repeats this leaving,
a trail of destruction of his crop.
Be patient, dear ones, plant your
seeds of love, helping everywhere
you can. Then, let the cycle of
life bring forth the plants in
their proper time, for each seed
of life must mature and fulfill
its own destiny as the Creator
designed it to do.