Have you heard of Poetry Thursday? I read some of Beth’s and decided to try it out for myself.
My random word was "soil."
This is what I came up with. I am no poet, it’s been a while since I have attempted.
Soil
The earth, the ground, the dirt
I plant a seed and it grows
Becoming flower or vegetable
Something incredible
The seeds of myself are not so literal
I am not forced to grow only in one place
And yet I am planted
Am planting
And am growing
My soil is my faith
And my roots sink deep in it
I am fertilized by my trials
Nourished by my God
And strengthened by His Word
What will keep my from being uprooted?
Like a weed…
My beauty? My thorns?
Only my roots…
Planted in fertile soil
And nurtured and pruned
Becoming the vegetation
That the Gardener wants.
