Tending my lot

A new beginning calls for a return to old beginnings and my dearest literary friend Christina Rossetti. There has not been enough poetry, either in my life or on the blog, of late, so here I will place one. I've alluded before to the idea of the desert blooming as the rose (which one day it shall once and for all - Isaiah 35:1), so I like the reference here.

YEA, I HAVE A GOODLY HERITAGE

My vineyard that is mine I have to keep, Pruning for fruit the pleasant twigs and leaves. Tend thou thy cornfield: one day thou shalt reap In joy thy ripened sheaves.

Or if thine be an orchard, graft and prop Food-bearing trees each watered in its place: Or if a garden, let it yield for crop Sweet herbs and herb of grace.

But if my lot be sand where nothing grows?-- Nay, who hath said it? Tune a thankful psalm: For 'tho they desert bloom not as the rose, It yet can rear thy palm.

~Christina Rossetti