Sowing Wild Words

Birthed from unknown places

the wandering, wondering kind.

First appearing as a scattering

a wind-blown precarious planting. 

There in the hidden places

where not even the faintest 

whisper could be heard.

The seeds of hope deferred 

grew heavier still, waiting. 

Uncertainty tried to quiet. 

The longing tried to diminish. 

Even grief tried to swallow. 

Yet, in a timing not their own,

piercing through the cover 

of darkness, through 

the hindering cloak of doubt -

they are heard shouting 

a battle cry and sprouting up 

as fierce green petitions.

Reminders of promises, these are 

the truth tellers bringing light. 

There, deep in the muck and the grit 

and in all the uncultivated places -

Where they were spoken. 

Where they were surrendered. 

Where they were sung.

Little glimmers of what’s to come 

in a wild planting of the unseen. 

A hymn of beauty in the broken, 

the melody of deliberate praise.

There in songs of His faithfulness

through words declaring His grace.

In poetry speaking of His goodness,

and in prayers of lament and gratitude -

all blossoming into a testimony, 

gently preserved, without being crushed.

Singing back the same wild words 

He had first sown so deeply into us.