We Don't Always Reap What We Think We're Sowing

Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. - Thoreau

i scattered what i thought were undeniable seeds

searched for truth amidst tall weeds

clinging tightly to choked, prayer beads

over and over, repeatedly, as my will concedes

all i got was a heart that bleeds

a soul that continually needs

and an empty bag of yesterday's proceeds

no matter the seeming richness of my deeds

i seek the four walls, stained glass and steeple of a church

but salvation lies within

as i till the soil of my will

and rake the dirt of my sin

no matter how bountiful the harvest, no matter how deep the search

as yet another weed crops up

no matter the weather i find myself in

Author's Note

"I find it, as ever, very unprofitable to have much to do with men. It is sowing the wind, but not reaping even the whirlwind; only reaping an unprofitable calm and stagnation. Our conversation is a smooth, and civil, and never-ending speculation merely." - Thoreau