Seed Planting
When she finally understood
The pain she had caused
The hurt cut deep
Just like
Like the well honed
Plow Blade opens
The earth for planting
Laying bare and ready
The heart
But the sower
Stood ready
And the seeds were
Laid in fertile soil
And gently soothed over
With hands of love
Then came the rain
Healing tears and
Light in turn
There is hope here
For the fruit
That will be found
At harvest
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