A psalm of sorts...

Your Word(s)

Are like seed sown by a sower -

Falling on paths, rocks, and thorns throughout the earth

Only to be eaten up, scorched and withered, and choked by various recipients,

And even when falling into good soil, brings forth grain yeilding thirty and sixty and a hundredfold.

Your Word(s)

Are like a mustard seed.

Though the smallest of all the seeds on earth,

When sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs,

And puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.

Your Word(s)

Are like a summer flower.

When planted in the moist springtime earth,

It grows deep and tall, trumpeting the sun and beckoning the nose,

Spreading wide its petals so that all are enamored with the brilliant rainbow spectrum.

(In order that:

They may indeed look, but not perceive,

And may indeed listen, but not understand;

So that they may not turn again and be forgiven.)

Amen.