Planted Love Poem by April Humason

In fields of dust and broken grain,
She walked through loss, through quiet pain.
A heart still bowed, a soul still true,
Though storms had torn the life she knew.

She gleaned with hands that did not steal,
But trusted God for what He'd reveal.
A stranger's kindness found her name,
Not touched by lust, but wrapped in flame.

He saw her heart before her face,
A gentle strength, a holy grace.
Not rushed by flesh, not moved by sight,
But guided by the Lord's pure light.

She carried sorrow like a crown,
Yet never let her worship down.
A foreign land, a weary breath,
Yet hope was stronger than her death.

Not loud, not wild, not built on need,
But planted like a faithful seed.
A love that waited, soft and slow,
A promise only God could grow.

In fields where hunger met the sun,
Redemption's work had just begun.
Two souls aligned by heaven's hand,
A future shaped by His command.

And through their love, so still, so pure,
A lineage made strong and sure.
From brokenness to royal thread,
A love that God Himself had said.

Not fairytale or fleeting art,
But sacred ink upon the heart.
A love not taken — but gently sent,
A holy gift, not accident.