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The Burdened Provider

When the clouds gathered
In the distant sky
The farmer sharpened her tools;
Her hoe,
Her axe,
Took to her plough
Prepared the land as she always does
And put seed in the ground.

The clouds scattered with only the blue
Sea of sky hovering above her village
She looked up to the ancestral spirits
And whatever gods made the earth tremble
With thunder.

A whirlwind of dust swept across the veld
The clouds refused to gather again
The farmer looked up and down
The parched earth
And she wept
For her seed
She wept for what she knew
As much as she did
For what she did not.