During the long cold winter,
with the wind howling around her farmhouse
on a Pennsylvania hillside
After the kids went to bed,
my friend Holly would sit at her kitchen table long in to the night pouring over seed catalogs.
She would carefully decide what her garden was longing for
and then she would write a check,
and mail her request off to the seed company
And she would wait
And she would work
The minute the snow was off the ground,
Holly would begin her battle with the frozen soil
and the rocks that seemed to grow out
of nothing
Where her garden was meant to be
Then the day would come-
the seeds would arrive-
The earth would be ready-
And the planting would begin.
Because Holly in the quiet moments of her life made a plan
Then got busy
and
planted the seeds
and helped them grow
There were vegetables on many tables during the summer.
Including mine.
Now…what if Holly had only perused the catalog 
What about the seeds you have waiting to be planted?
Seeds of hope
Seeds of faith
Seeds of change
Seeds that cannot grow without your help
Go!
Plant them!
and that's poetiquejustis
