Where the soil is barren and loveless

that is where we must plant

where the dirt is void of color and hope

that is where we need to place our seeds

spring is the season where faith is seen

as we are planting without knowing what will remain in the fall

but we do the work of planting just the same

like words walking into a hopeless situation

lift a head full of depression

we know that seeds sprout when fertilized by the sun

and grow with the tender embrace of rain

but before the field bursts into bloom

comes the work of tilling the soil

and caring for the tender sprouts trying to survive

without knowing what is come

our assignment is only to do what we are able

really, what else can we do

but trust that God

will summon a great harvest

from our feeble effort