The Sower














These blades,

Guillotine to slice flesh

From bone, shred all semblance of comfort.

This rack,

Gears ground like teeth on edge,

Stretch faith beyond breaking.


Suffering gouges, disembowels,

Carves furrows upon her aching heart,

Divides the sheep and the goats

Into messy eviscerated piles.


The Sower scatters – dignified, purposeful.

Seeds cling with new tenacity

To scars, places where faith

That bleeds replaces stone.

They fall into gaping wounds,

Freshly ploughed soil

Where germination reigns.


10 comments on “The Sower

  1. Sissym says:

    I think the word “sow” beautiful and deep, because the seeds sown in the fields sprout . We can also sow love and brotherhood.

  2. Lyle Krahn says:

    And cling they do. What a great photo to match.

    • melodylowes says:

      It will be the most expensive lettuce in history. I never counted on needing to run my space heater through a couple of weeks of -20 weather. Sheesh. 😉

  3. Iman Sh says:

    amazing concept behind the words…

  4. WOW!! Truly thought provoking!!

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