Those on the rock are people who hear the word with joy.
But they have no root, and in time of trial they give up.
The weeds and thorns of life clog and destroy.
It all ends in a slow moving sort of foul up.

Of course the parable of the sower applies to all of us.
We all end up not landing on the rich soil.
When it comes, we might well miss the heavenly bus.
For all our weary life consuming toil.But as I watched the tide retreating.
The waves in their unending coming and going.
A sort of weary acceptance started coming.
Rather like the waves coming and going.

……..

We fall on the rocks

Our faith has no deep roots

And so we wither

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See Luke 8: 4-15