Sonnet

Some fell on rocky ground where it found little soil.
Some fell into thorns and the thorns grew up and chocked it.
What do we achieve for all our oil.
Our lamp goes out no sooner than it is lit.

In the parable we are the seed.
But sometimes we are the sower.
My gardening efforts always go to seed.
I seldom succeed as a grower.

The potatoes are small.
The carrots wrinkled.
The runner beans certainly not tall.
The growth gone despite my sprinkle.

But one day I hope in another life.
The seed I sow will come to new life.

Haiku

One day another life
The seed I sow will ripen
And lead to new life