A
seed is sown in Antioch
on
the face of it, rather
an
infertile, unproductive
ground
growing only weeds,
no
promised land
no
milk or honey
barren
of soul
devoid
of spirit.
A
seed was sown in Antioch
and
took root, sprouted
growing
in the most unlikely
of
fields.
Photograph by Martin Birkin via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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