You've probably figured out now that you are going to have to wade through all the verses of "We Are Sowing."
Seeds that lie unchanged, unquickened lifeless on the teeming mold,
Seeds that live and grow and flourish when the sower's hand is cold.
By a whsiper sow we blessings: by a breath we scatter strife,
In our words and thoughts and actions lie the seeds of death and life.
We know what it is to be unchanged, but what does it mean to be unquickened? Different definitions come to mind. One that came to me was "unacknowledged." The seed we try to sow within a child to return to a family sometimes seems unacknowledged. The seeds I try to sow with my writing frequently seem unacknowledged as editor after editor reject my work. There are all sorts of unacknowledgment.
So, for today, I am grateful for seeds that refuse to lie unacknowledged.
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