This the year of repeat sorrow;
grief has ploughed a long, deep furrow,
through the center of my soul.
When again will I feel whole?
Seeds are planted, yet no yield.
Who attends this fallow field?
Patience, heart, the Farmer works,
waters, feeds and care exerts.
Unknown crops will be revealed.
In their time will be revealed.
Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.