The Afterword

Category: Poetry

  • The Farmer

    —

    by

    Peter
    in

    Listen—not all ground is broken the same.The farmer knows this.He runs his hand through the soil,presses it between thumb and palm,waits for the windbefore he lifts the plough. He does not thresh dilllike he threshes wheat.Black cumin is not crushed by a cartwheel.Each seed has its way,each time its season. So too the Lord—sometimes a…