Friday, April 1, 2016

There goes the sower to sow the word
Some fall in the water devoured by water
Some fall on stone scorched by the sunless sun
There the sower sows the word
The word they heard but didn’t hear
The word they saw but did not see
But i have felt the warm breath of storm and sea
Heard waves ebb and flow deep inside of me
Heard their heart beating like it was my own
Felt them turn, retreat and return
They will still be here
Long after I am gone
And the sower will sow the word
And the word will be silence – Nausher