Fruitful

Sing oh barren one, thou who didst not bear.

For you will have more children than the married one.

For this is the work of my hands.

You dig and dig and dig into the dry barren soil.

Your expect to find nothing but dry lifeless soil.

Yet as the grains of the sand on the beach so shall your seed be.

For as it falls from your hand, the sand shall become the seed.

For you think that your seed is dead and buried and lifeless.

Yet this is not so!

For within the dry, the seed lies dormant, awaiting activation.

Layer upon layer. Layers of seed.

A seed of many colours.

Meshed together, woven together, connected as one.

For when my flow comes.

For when my flow comes.

For when my flow comes.

Isaiah 35:7

And the burning sand and the mirage shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; in the haunt of jackals, where they lay resting, shall be grass with reeds and rushes.

I am cracking up at what is going to happen next.

Fissures in the ground.

My irrigation channels for the flow.

Deep fissures designed to carry my flow.

For the latter rain shall far exceed the former rain.

For it bubbles up from within and without.

For all shall see my rain.

Glistening on the edge. Shining brightly upon the edge.

Not piles of sand, but mountains of seed.

Isaiah 49:8-11

Thus says the Lord, In an acceptable and favorable time I have heard and answered you, and in a day of salvation I have helped you; and I will preserve you and give you for a covenant to the people, to raise up and establish the land [from its present state of ruin] and to apportion and cause them to inherit the desolate [moral wastes of heathenism, their] heritages,

Saying to those who are bound, Come forth, and to those who are in [spiritual] darkness, Show yourselves [come into the light of the Sun of righteousness]. They shall feed in all the ways [in which they go], and their pastures shall be [not in deserts, but] on all the bare [grass-covered] hills.

They will not hunger or thirst, neither will mirage [mislead] or scorching wind or sun smite them; for He Who has mercy on them will lead them, and by springs of water will He guide them.

And I will make all My mountains a way, and My highways will be raised up.

For are you seeing this?

Mounds of seed coming together for form giant fruit.

For this is not the natural process but my process, my doing, not your undoing, but my doing. The work of my hands.

Numbers 13:27

They told Moses, We came to the land to which you sent us; surely it flows with milk and honey. This is its fruit.

For it matters not the soil, or the toil, for at the appointed time you shall reap an abundant harvest, if you do not relax and loosen your grip on courage.

Take courage, for I have given you my authority.

This shall be the work of my hands.