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Cultivation

My sky was falling
Like
The little red hen's
It fell so fast,
And
Then came the wind-

And I needed to be
Planted
And tended with care
To sink roots
Deep
Grow some limbs of prayer…

So I plunged my
Hands
In the deep dark dirt--
God's earth had ears
For
My tears and hurt

And up came my heart
From the
Seeds of pain
To grow in the storms
And
Bloom in the rain…


Sharon Frye
© 2006