SOMETIMES MY HEART (Parable of the Sower)
(Matthew 13:1-23)
Sometimes my heart is on the
edge.
At a distance from God.
Distant from myself, from others.
I have drifted there,
Made choices that brought me
there,
Bear wounds that have driven me
there.
It is next to impossible
To hear the Word
That would console, convert and
transform.
Like Israel in Egypt
Unable to hear the Word of Exodus,
So crushed was their spirit
So cruel their bondage. (Exodus
6:12)
And it is dry, shallow, hard as
rock.
Dry from unprayed hours,
The aridity of sin.
Vain shallow pursuits.
The hard shell of love gone sour.
It is time to break up fallow
ground.
Take from me, I pray, the heart
of stone
As You have promised
And give me a heart of flesh
instead.
There are thorns too.
Brambles and briars that take
over
Untended ground at an alarming
rate.
Strangling, stifling all growth.
Worries, concerns, burdens.
Useless anxieties.
They compass me about like bees,
Blaze like fire.
I am hard-pressed and falling.
But the Lord comes to my help (Psalm
118).
He guides me to the centre,
Garden of the soul,
Rich soil.
Dug, turned over, manured
And ready for the planting.
It is rained upon, softened
By Mercy, justice, integrity,
Truth, peace and tender faithful
love.
The Hesed of God.
Hineni. Here I am. I am ready.
Let it be done to me according to
Your Word.
So beautiful So true.
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