I will plant seeds

in the barren soil

of your heartache

and loneliness.

I will water the 

hard ground 

with your tears,

shed in the secret 

disappointments 

of your heart. 

My smile will burn

through the your

weary darkness 

and scatter 

the storm clouds. 

I will grow a harvest 

from what you rejected,

wasted, and despised—

row upon row, 

row upon row.

Do you see your

barrenness turned 

into abundance?

Do you see

the golden grain 

that you will gather

because you wept?

Do you see

how the grain 

gleams

in the noonday 

sunshine, 

and bows before Me

in the wind?

Gaze upon Me and see

the glittering nations,

the blood bought,

the golden harvest, 

the sheaves that

you have braided 

into My crown.

Bonnie Saul Wilks