The razor sharp blade poised, then plundered. Digging, dragging, destroying. The dust rose as dirt was turned over and under and over and under. Rocks and roots exhumed, exposed . . . bitterness here . . . a legalistic spirit there. Blood cried out from the ground (yet will I see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living). Muscles straining, sweat staining. The beating and the heating of a heart. Then I stood and looked at the prepared furrow rising straight in front of me. Fresh, loosened, open, fertile, pure, clean, warm and ready. I stepped forward and dropped a seed, set them free . . . seed, let them off the hook . . . seed, ensure their privacy . . . seed, may they not be afraid . . . seed, may they not feel guilty . . . seed, may their dignity and self-esteem be preserved . . . seed, protect them from their greatest fear . . . seed, bless them . . . seed, show favor to them . . . seed, prosper them . . . I walked back slowly, folding the dirt over as I retraced my path. Love covers. Presenting my face to the sun, eyes closed, I felt love covering me and I smile.
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