SHE SOWS

The labor of determining seed and soil and timing. The repetition of back and forth when you see nothing but long rows of unknowns, dropping handfuls of hope and instruction when you’re long past exhaustion under the heat of scrutiny, even pain. There’s a burden and beauty in womanhood. It’s long-suffering work to surrender what you hold for someone else to grow. She chooses sowing over hemming it all in.
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“Dark and I, yet lovely. Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun… While taking care of the vineyard, my own vineyard I had to neglect.”   “How beautiful you are, my beloved!” (Song of Songs 1)