MY FARM

He lamented: “Let’s not speak about life. Let’s rather talk about my farm. It used to be very near, but now seems so far away. The straight road to the farm has become a narrow path with many twists and turns. The sunshine is now scorching heat. Alas, the plowed field exposes only rocks and thorns, and the eyes of the planted seeds are all blind! The only waters irrigating the farm are the rains of tears. I don’t understand life. I only know about my farm.” I responded: “Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; though the labor of the olive may fail, and the fields yield no food; though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls—yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation” (Habakkuk 3:17, 18).—Samuel Koranteng-Pipim