Dead Harvest

Years ago I wrote you letters on a page 
Each line a quiet offering of my love 
It was the planting of a seed 
I prayed would root and rise 

The soil was hard 
And the land was dead 
Still I poured myself into it 
Blaming my own heart instead 

Time passed on and nothing bloomed 
I thought my tears would be enough to water the garden 
But too many fell and flooded the land 
The letters on our love story dissolved and ran away 
As though they were too ashamed to stay

Now the garden lies empty again 
It’s returned to the barren desert 
With Grace I accept 
Gods promise 
Was one I was never meant to Harvest.