kneeling between the corn-rows <br /> I heard you <br /> speak to God <br />as though <br /> He might be listening, <br /> willing to interrupt <br />this spiritual starvation <br /> <br /> <br />unaware that I had followed you <br /> faithfully <br /> as so many times before <br /> to which I had vowed <br /> I'd wait no more <br /> <br />the summer went <br /> in one day <br /> and suffered the night <br /> to steal shine <br />from a distant bay <br /> <br />still I knelt between the rows <br /> in faith <br /> that you were <br />mind enough to listen <br /> if <br /> God should actually speak <br />upon this humble existence <br /> you believed <br /> and I conceived <br /> within me, a child <br /> that was not of blood and bone <br /> but of hope- <br /> <br />and he clung to my insides <br /> like a disease <br /> and all I wanted <br /> was to believe <br />that war would end <br /> <br /> the need <br /> for your fasting- <br />your faithful praying <br /> <br /> <br /> then instead you could walk <br /> with God in your garden <br />and forget of kneeling <br /> <br />between the musky stalks <br /> all summer long <br /> hands and head bent in respect <br />for a Christ who was still dying<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/planting-seeds/
