The Seed Sower Knows (Poem)

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Only The Seed Sower knows
Which root the seed grows
All ails the seed shows
Which brood the seed tolls

The Tiller of the fields
Breaks sweat with no skills
Makes bets with no yields
Banks debt with wrong deals

But The Herder of the sheep
Sees days with no sleep
Pays tithes with no keep
Braves woes when woes creep

Only The Seed Sower knows
Which weeds the garden grows
Tends to all the garden’s woes
Feeds the sheep when no one knows

Never asking more reward
Than that which comes to The Herder’s horde

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