by Patricia A Pitterle
And the small, empty plot of ground
Lay waiting to be tilled and planted.
Planted row after row
Of garden vegetables
Hoping for a harvest in the fall.
We started off with much enthusiasm
And diligently tended
To the never ending tasks
Of watering and weeding.
As the season continued,
We slowly neglected our duties one by one,
And allowed the garden to become
Unkempt and forgotten.
When the time for the harvest had come
We found, to our disappointment
That the only thing to grow throughout the weeds
Were radishes, too hot to eat.
Our lives are much like this tiny garden.
We come to earth, needing to be filled with good fruits.
We till and plant, row by row, the things of eternity.
The more care and nurturing
We give our budding testimonies,
The more abundantly they grow.
However, Satan too,
Has been busy sowing
The seeds of worldly weeds
Around our carefully cultivated seedlings.
If we neglect our duties
To our spiritual growth
We shall find the weeds of wickedness and evil
Growing up around us.
And we will surely reap disappointment
Because we did not continue with faith
And endure to the harvest.
By the fruits of our labors
shall He truly know us.
And so I often remember
The lesson of radishes and weeds.