(Upon seeing ˜The Sower'
By Vincent van Gogh)
As day broke you scattered seed
While a chorus permeated the vale
A solitary figure with a fist of seeds
Silhouetted by a rising spring sun
From a slung sack you grasped
And dispersed it back and forth
In the footsteps of your father
And his father and so on
Bedding seed to germinate
And flourish forth in order
To feed animal and man
To stave off their hunger
You are a sower by work
But you are also
An icon or image
Of he or she who provides
Through you I see God
The giver of life, the great
Provider, scattering the seed
Of love to and for all
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