drenched in heartbeats of the dying sun—
the rest of the sky is suffocating
the cold is stiff this year
and last night the moon was blood
I ached for the sun to burn up and drizzle like ash—
for the stars to lose their grip and plunge from their mounts
just to know You’ve finally come back
my field's but a fifth plowed, I'd guess
so I wait
dig up
dig up
chip at the ground
frozen and hard--unyielding as death
to give up souls like potatoes
how has the soil been this hardened by sin?
Your Name falls flat on their stone faces
sometimes the harvest doesn’t seem ripe
when all we can feel is the cold
and they turn their backs as we speak
but we are not abandoned
I trust in Your promise
You give what we ask
I ask for souls
souls like potatoes
dug up like treasure
from this frozen ground
our hands are raw from effort
but Your truth is a spade
Your Spirit water
Your love warmth
Lord, we wait
We wait
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