Some of the seed fell among brambles; but the brambles shot up and completely choked it, and it yielded no return.
so many gifts we carry
imagine each flourishing
there would be no time to eat
so some gifts are weeded out
not so good for them
or those needing their increase
a gift caught among weeds
has little chance
if chance is what life is about
here gift does not multiply
even witnessing is cut short
weeds are most disheartening
never getting started we get
a flash in the pan was at least some-thing
but weeds don’t seem to have two sides
seven deadly weeds are quite enough
to touch every life
bound by an entitlement to time
Are you still rooting for the sower of seed? Really, even when their aim seems so fallible? Perhaps we need another sower? A more reliable Messiah?
External realities (from above) eat us up. Good intentions (from within) disappoint. What else can go wrong in life?
Well, neighbors and communities alongside them give evidence of good soil and water. Roots can dive deep, raising canopies.
Those same roots and stems/trunks/leaves desire sufficient resources for themselves and the piece of “survival fitness” they carry. Such acquisitiveness leaves no room for another to fruit. This is no limit from either the outside or from within, but between competing values that have no room for partnering with another.
If the birds and lack of gifts represent whatever might be meant by Creation and Spirit (G*D), this part of the story brings us back to Neighb*rs and the need to have a way to announce, again and again, a message of goodness when these yin and yang energies roll on with their changing partnership relations.