Impart the seed upon the ground
And see what fruit, arising, grows:
A sprouting vine, though all around
Grow thorns which will no mercy show;
A hopeful bud upon a path
Which birds shall fall upon to feed;
An eager leaf which not the wrath
Of sun nor rocky soil heeds;
A humble seed in prayerful soil,
A bounteous, multiplying crop?
We pray for fruit amidst our toil.
We pray the bounty not to stop.
Too, with our holy plowshares we
Shall till each wanting soil to Thee.
(September 16, 2020)
