Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Their roots went deep, they said, into the land...
But not as deep, it seems, as one spring's rut.
The wagon sank;
Their faint hearts sank.
"Say, neighbor, can you lend a hand?"
But still the wagon sat there in the mud.
They left the wagon there that spring.
A few more springs and falls and snow
And they abandoned everything
And left. Where, I don't know.
And let us not be weary in well doing:
for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
--Galatians 6:9 KJV
My thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo that prompted this poem. Follow the link to find other people's thoughts on the same image.