Many times I have longed to cultivate the earth, To dig the rows and plant the seed, and watch them Grow and grow. But Christ our God bid me take another task, To make the furrows in my mind, and place in them Idea-seeds, fertilizing them with reading and asceticism Till they beget the fruit of a written work – an essay, story, poem. And though meagre, like sheaves of wheat grown during drought, I offer them to those who will accept them, to the Glory of God.
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AuthorWalt Garlington is a chemical engineer turned writer (and, when able, a planter). He makes his home in Louisiana and is editor of the 'Confiteri: A Southern Perspective' web site. Archives
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