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The Plow

by Sarah Howell

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Pain cuts like a plow into the ground
The ground of your being, the earth of your heart
Watch the soil turn, churning and hurting
Preparing for new life to start

Why dig so deep? Why make me bleed?
I’ve grown attached to this grass and these weeds
One day, I’m told, a garden will grow
But all that I’m doing is kicking up stones

So, furrow the ground, and furrow your brow
Nobody promised that you’d never fall
Wipe off the sweat, take a deep breath now
And leave yourself spaces for awe

Look for the birds eating the worms
Dug up and brought to the surface in turn
Two seeds are sown, just one will grow
What will take root or die, nobody knows

No, don’t look behind, nose to the grind
Eyes straight ahead, just keep doing your part
Once you complete the tilling and weeding
The barrenness might break your heart

But listen in close, still there’s a pulse
The heartbeat of myst’ry that cannot be known
This desolate dirt, the lungs of the earth
Are sighing in labor and groaning for birth

So, furrow the ground, and furrow your brow
Nobody promised that you’d never

(c) 2016 Sarah S. Howell

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released August 13, 2016

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