Harvesting

by Britt   Jul 12, 2017


Let's dig in deeper,
cultivating our hearts
like the dirt in our hands -
rocky soil, infertile ground
begging for a mossy cover.
We'll spit out the rocks
and thorny bushes,
sifting,
wandering,
wavering -
standing boldly, waiting.

I've spent the years
planting seeds,
watching the wind rip them up
and scatter them
in someone else's lap.
You've pulled on the blessings
and we breathe -
so close, almost there.

While we wait
for our harvest,
I will tiptoe in the clay
and sink my sickle
next to your chair.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Em

    JUDGES COMMENT: I have read this piece by Britt and each time it brings something new to the surface though it made me really emotionally and the metaphors Britt used are once again sublime in that you need to read this a few times to get there really meaning and my goodness is that meaning full of heart wrenching rawness

  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on your win x

    • 4 months ago

      by Britt

      Thank you so much!

  • 4 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on your win, Britt! :-)

    • 4 months ago

      by Britt

      Thank you!!!

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations, Britt. This is excellent.

    • 4 months ago

      by Britt

      Thanks ben!

  • 4 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Ahh, be still my heart! This is SO powerful and I just have to share with you... today's reading at church was all about the parable of the sower. Where will our seeds sow? If our hearts are "good soil", will we reap the joys of the kingdom?

    This flowed beautifully and I feel your voice in this so strongly. I can just picture that last image and how the "harvest" has multiple meanings here.

    Lovely as are you :)

    • 4 months ago

      by Britt

      You are truly a gift my sweet friend. Thank you. Love your message today too. That's amazing! Really great principle in that parable - we need to think more about the soil than the seed sometimes :)

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