Let fields lie fallow for a time.
Let sown-weary soil rest for a season.
For even the most fertile field may come
to poor harvest if plowed and tilled too often.
Allow the healing Wind to do its work;
blow across the tired ground long suffering,
its gusts gathering up useless weed and chaff,
grinding into dust that which offers no yield.
And in the fullness of time and season,
plow and till soil refreshed and willing.
Spread new seed along rut and furrow,
then wait and pray for the sacred rain.
© 2017 Richard Keith Carlton