Now does the earth in bloom, as crows would fly
(The weeds, as rich with thorns as wheat with grain
Beneath), look simply green from way up high?
And indiscriminate, receive the rain?
And does the field snatch scattered shadows found
By cloudy flocks, or seeping from below?
And does the sun, so far, that warms the ground
Now wither or encourage plants to grow?
Does seed that falls stay stiff beneath the clod,
And seeing, does not see, nor hearing, hear?
Or will it wake and lift its eyes to God
And break and rise to flower, and draw near?
Each seed is more than seed, when Life is nigh,
Who passing, plants in each a thirst for sky.
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds ate it up. Some fell on rocky ground, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown.” When he said this, he called out, “Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.” His disciples asked him what this parable meant. He said, “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I speak in parables, so that, “‘though seeing, they may not see; though hearing, they may not understand.’ “This is the meaning of the parable: The seed is the word of God.” Luke 8:5-11
(Liturgical poetry during ordinary time after Pentecost is inspired by the parables of Luke. Photo by Linnea Wheeler.)