(c) Justin P Heap

What God Sows

Stepping to the edge of
An ancient riverbed
You will witness that which
The world already knows,
How preposterous that a rock
Should be overwhelmed
Or your lungs, for that matter,
By what God sows

Is he not the one
Who speaks to the dead?
Creating a seed and
Planting toward hope,
For the earth is his
And everything in it,
Even harvesting
Where he has not sown

For the earth is hers
And everything in it