Scattered seeds, scattered me
strewn across the landscape
like the leftovers of an exploded fruit.
Full of me, I dropped the pieces here and there
along the way
without the time to STOP and listen.
Father, retrieve my prayers.
Draw around them the frame of your love.
Gather them, grow them
hold them……share with me,
one at a time,
in your time,
Linking with dVerse Pub for Open Link night 62. More good words there.