A Lent prayer for the disillusioned. A lament. Laced with accusation, yet he hears. He hears and sees and knows our hearts. He hears what we can say and answers what we could never utter.
Fallow: land plowed and left unseeded for a season or more.
Break up the fallow ground!
Long has it lain. Plowed, unsown. Long have you waited, Lord. Cold sky, cold soil, cold heart.
I was broken once, Lord, and you let me lay. Turned over, useless, still. Unseen, unwanted. Forsaken.
It has been a journey without hope. No baby roots settled down. No baby leaves timidly rose to meet the sun. I fed no one. Even birds do not come.
I was broken once Lord. Will you break me again? Break me into new waiting? The sky is dyed in disillusionment. Will you break me into a new gray? How long till the rain brings colour?
Break up the fallow ground!
Dawn comes, warmth comes, seeds come.
Lord, I have forgotten the feel of all these things. I am left only with words, fallow words. Prepared yet unsung in a fallowed mind.
Break me, Lord.
A broken tulip 
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