SEASONS

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By Debra Wendt

New seed

planted in Eden

watered by the river of baptism,

nourished with the Word;

we pray –

may the root be strong enough.

Outside the gate, a patchwork of color.

Grass neglected

yields weeds as high as wheat,

brittle,

thriving

and we want to shout bring a sickle.

The expanse is not a threshing floor

nor we owners of the winnowing fork.

Upon a closer look, a blade of green

and another

braving despair,

inattention,

the pulsating dread.

Is there movement toward?

We pray again – let lips shape words

and though there be no sound

a breath of light will answer.

First published Agape Review, April 6, 2023.