Her heart is as a once productive field
with stubby remains of a long‑ago‑harvested crop.
Despite neglect, a few signs of spiritual life still sprout.
May she realize her soul barrenness and
Glimpse again bountiful harvest possibilities
It may take deep painful plowing to break up the hardness,
to bury the husks of “not wanting to hear” or “to see.”
May she, though – even with trembling hands –
hand you a renewed life-time lease of her life.
Martha Hawn VanCise©2017 www.signpostsonhightrails.com