I Don’t Remember Bunnies In This Parable

I built boxes.

I filled them with soil.

I fenced them in.

I made a path of stone.

I walked it planting seeds.

I pressed them, patted them, prayed over them.

God gave rain and sun.

I pulled the weeds.

I pulled the weeds.

I pulled the weeds.


Small tufts of green broke through the soil.

They grew.

Into spinach, broccoli, beets, carrots…

And grew.

And grew.

Until the bunnies ate every &$#% one of them.

What’s the lesson in all this? Your interpretation please.