Urban Garden

In this city scape
where we sow
the seeds of faith
some of us are
fertilizer

little hard white
beads
compacted by years
of manufactured
privilege

to be softened by
living water and
spread with wisdom
for too much will
burn
the fledgling plants

others are the
black
loam that knows the
memory of another
history
the reception of
pain

suffering soil
out of which comes
life

bitter fruit
consumed
by
compassion

we are prepared
over turned
spread out
mixed up
together

the sower
knows
the
composition

trusting us
who trust
those
earth-crusted
hands
with the
joyous harvest

November 2011

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