Seasons

I’ve had my fair share of weeping seasons

of feeling scattered without reason

I’m growing tired

of all this waiting

in hopes of reaping

joy that’s never ceasing

yet, this is Your promise

that my heart clings to

when I’m too exhausted, to even move

I find myself walking 

out into the fields

carrying deep seeds

in prayer that it heals

all of my heartaches, all of my mistakes

all of my loneliness, and all of my shame

for I know You are faithful

and I know that I am not alone

so I will keep planting 

until Your harvest is done

for this is just a season

but Your work has only just begun

-kayls