Fallow Ground

Life weighs heavy on me like the gravity of a dying star,

its hand burdensome upon my soul, crushing.

What relief is there from this constant pressing?

What escape from the excessive demand of my wit and my will?

I am weary beneath this yoke.

How brief is my respite from this striving,

and long are the days that exhaust my ambition.

How driven are the oxen as they plow

and relentless the sun that burns hot on their backs!

Yet the whip and teamster urge them onward

until their work is done.

Endless is the field that lays before me,

and fallow is the ground beneath my feet.

Rocky is the soil, and parched from drought,

for there is no rain to give this unyielding land chance for life.

Therefore, I will set out to rid myself of these stones

and empty my knapsack from its encumbering load

that I may give myself to this laborious task

though endless as it may appear.

I will work with my hands beneath the weight on my shoulders

and I will straighten my back against this my charge,

for why should I be bent with heaviness?

Instead I will bear up under it and endure this pressing.

Far be it for me to be broken and my resolve to weaken.

I will not be broken, nor will my knees buckle

beneath this cumbersome lade,

and I will not rest until the endeavor is done.

Life, you will not best me this day,

nor will your schemes discourage my countenance.

I will labor until my labor is complete

and this field is fertile and green.

I will dig with my hands the well if I must,

for this sparsity of water will not claim what could be,

and I will give drink to this earth

that the seeds I will sow may break forth and bud!

And oh, what a harvest I will bring into the barn!

This present lack and this present pressing

will not for me determine what my hands may hold

and what my eyes may see beyond the horizon.

I will rise up against these hardships

and I will overcome.

My resolve will not be shattered

by the threat of tribulation,

but I will stand, and I will set my face like flint

until I have broken through every barrier

and have surmounted the insurmountable --

all that lies before me that would dissuade me from living and thriving

and making my mark on this world.

◄ Darkness, Farewell

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Sun 24th Jan 2021 01:47

Aviva, I’m glad to see that you’ve been liking what I’ve written. It’s encouraging.

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Sat 18th Jul 2020 12:05

All that I’ve done and gone through has helped make me the man I am today. I have a story to tell and a greater appreciation for life and the small things.

I want to live in such a way that nothing is wasted. I like what you said about the winds of change blowing the seeds to more fertile ground. Very fitting.

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Fri 17th Jul 2020 13:40

Po, thank you again. I really like “from a spark to a flame, from seed to aflame.” Very apropos.

I wrote this one while contemplating the road ahead of me. I am a recovering addict and alcoholic and have made quite a mess of my life.

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