I have seen love,
Fallen on unbroken ground,
Blow with the first wind.
I have seen love,
Laid in a shallow row,
Unearthed with the lightest rain.
But pain
Is a plow
That opens earth for planting.
My heart is ready now.
Hurt-furrowed, it has depths
Designed for sowing.
Oh, love that lands here
Finds good ground for growing.
Carol Lynn Pearson
