Everything
begins its life veiled
beneath the surface
and hidden from view.
Cultivate your inner soil
through prayer–
before the plant is seen,
roots are growing
below the surface.
The field that appears fallow,
or barren,
will bloom in time—
the persistent farmer
eventually harvests his reward.
Words are the clothing
our thoughts,
and motives wear
when visiting others.
But we disrobe entirely
in the presence of
The One who made us.
There are no clothes
to hide our thoughts
from Him.
Our forebearers
picked forbidden fruits,
but we through prayer
will bear the hidden fruits.
~FS
