Laurence Overmire - The Fallow Time lyrics

In the fallow time The leach of impurity from the soul's Dark soil A harrow to the haunting Stick, encrusted rock Fragment of the past Turned with a spade and, plowed under Water draining down gullies of broken clay Shaping and replenishing New depths of mind rising To surface with sun and rain… The fallow time The waiting time Before the seed is dropped.