The Nurturer
by JJ Dewey
Light is Truth
Truth is the Word
The Word is a seed
I am a sower of seeds.
For thousands of years have I sown.
Most of them fell by the way side and were ignored.
Others fell on stony ground
And died and the wind of ridicule blew them away
Because they had no root.
Again I sowed among thorns
And the cares of the world choked
The Life from the sprouted seeds.
I have searched and searched for good ground
But it seems so illusive.
What seems to look so good
Seems to produce the highest weeds
That hide the sunlight and take the nourishment
From the soil that was to feed the seed.
But finally I found you.
Who made sure the seed was not cast by the way side.
You made sure the seed was not planted in stony ground
Nor did you let it fall among thorns.
Neither did you deceive me with soil that appeared good
But hidden within were seeds of many weeds.
You, the choicest of Nurturers
Have given me virgin soil
With no stones, thorns, or deceptive seeds
You allowed my word to be planted deep within
And kept it moist and aerated
And spoke kind words of belief and faith
And hope for the struggling life to break soil.
My Word in the struggling life
Will not disappoint you
But will spring forth a plant in a day
Whose flowers will follow the Sun in its tracks
Whose fruit will be the Love of God
And Union of Souls unto you.
Your soul and mine.
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