The Sower doesn't check the soil first;
    they simply throw out the seed,
        generously, recklessly,
            for everyone, everywhere,
        no matter how ready the soil—
            at times dry and hard,
            at times moist and waiting.

We are that soil,
   changing with the seasons of our lives,
    with stress and joy, 
        doubt and contentment,
        fear and courage—
    but the patient seed waits
        through all the moments 
            when we aren't equipped to receive it
                (crusty and resistant)
        for the moments 
            when we are
                (eager and expectant).

We wax, we wane, 
    we sleep, we awaken.
Ever and always, God surrounds us,
    even when our awareness
        blows away,
        dries up,
        chokes off.
The seed—the Word—
    surrounds us
        always.

There for all of us,
    all the time.