Prayers for Sowing Seeds

This is that verdant time of year when many sow seeds in their gardens hoping to grow beautiful flowers and/or delectable fruit and vegetables.  However, as I was sitting in my mediation garden this week, I realized that this is also a time of year for sowing more than seeds.  

In high schools around the world, parents sow their children into the world of adult responsibility.  They pray that their child will fall on fertile ground, growing straight and strong.  At colleges and universities, young adults sow their dreams, praying that their dreams will find the light of recognition and will mature into a bountiful harvest.

In recognition of all this, here are several prayers for sowers of all form of seed - be it the seeds that feed us, seeds of peace, seeds of love or even the fragile seeds of dreams -


It can be heard in the doleful cry
Of a lonely whippoorwill . . .
In zephyr winds that softly touch
The nodding daffodil.

It can be seen in myriad reflections
On a moonlit lake . . .
In candles gleaming happily
Upon a birthday cake.

It can be felt in soothing warmth
Of summer's shining sun . . .
In rhythmic throbbing when two hearts
Beat metrically as one.

It can be smelled in sun-parched planting's
Gratitude for shower . . .
In the scent when soft wind kisses
Spring's first fragrant flower.

It can be savored only in
Undying thirst for Thee . . .
In lonely man imploring God
In meek humility.

It can be sensed while treading in
The paths where saints have trod . . .
In living, talking, loving, walking
Hand-in-hand with God.

the six senses of prayer - anne shannon demarest - ©1965
Psalm 19

How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of your hands!
The heavens declare Your glory,
the arch of the sky displays Your handiwork
In Your love You have given us the power
to behold the beauty of Your world
robed in all its splendor.
The sun and the stars, the valleys and the hills,
the rivers and the lakes all disclose Your presence.
The roaring breakers of the sea tell of Your awesome might,
the beast of the field and the birds of the air
bespeak Your wondrous will.
In Your goodness You have made us able to hear
the music of the world.
The voices of the loved ones
reveal to us that You are in our midst.
A divine voice sings through all creation.


Blessed Source of all that is, shine Your Light on our efforts -
nourish the seeds we have planted with your Life-giving Waters -
Grace us with fruitful harvests and bountiful stores to feed us during the lean and cold months. Blessed One, we give You thanks for all life.
Help us to cherish and protect all that is, knowing that we are all connected, one to the other.  

Rev. Linda Rhinehart Neas - ©2014


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