Broken Row - Poem by Loren Jarvis

Within the broken row
With field firm hands
You fashioned me from clay.
And placed the bless’ed seeds,
A flood of living rain within the fertile furrows
Of my harrowed heart.
Oh may I grow to light again through sod and season,
By measured sweat and toil.
Then grow to grain full harvest ripe,
Become sweet Bread like Thee.