Ground that Grows

I am fertile soil.

For too long I have believed

That I was soil full of

Thorns,

Choking out every planted seed,

Distracted and out of focus,

I fulfilled what I believed.

Decided that I couldn’t help it,

I was sadly, unfortunately,

Who I was.

But who I am

Is fertile soil

Healthy,

Ready,

Watered,

Illuminated by sunlight.

Home to an abundant garden,

Of promise,

And beauty.

Of vision

And hope.

Fertilized with the Word

I will be ground

That grows.