Fallow ground

Fertile ground yet harvestless

Resting replete with memories of past harvests

Resting in hope of harvests to come

Resting in liminal purposelessness

Verdured with indiscriminate seed:

Weeds, thorns and grasses flourish

Here and there seed from harvests gone by

Push through the choking crowds

With ragged pride to deny any thought that this is abandoned ground.

Break up your fallow ground, and sow not among thorns.

Jeremiah 4:3

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