
This poem is from Barbies at Communion.
Parable of the Sower
Judgment comes like weeds
in a lawn where the mower
sets his machine so low
it scalps the grass
and makes room for ugly
broad leaf and dollar weeds
and worse – prickles and stickers
that turn the outside wild
again, a place we can’t walk
bare foot. Slip-on sandals
aren’t even enough unless
our feet calluses are so thick we can’t feel
the spines and poisons against
the sides of our soles.
But then we plow through fields
like grounded bees spreading seed,
sowing forms of life we’d never choose,
the fallen world redeemed by our shoes.
Related:
Marcus Goodyear’s interview with TweetSpeak Poetry.
Reviews of Barbies at Communion at Amazon.com.
- “The Boundless Deep”: Richard Holmes on the Young Tennyson - June 18, 2026
- Poets and Poems: Fanny Howe and “This Poor Book” - June 16, 2026
- The Overseas Trip Where Language Didn’t Matter - June 11, 2026

Maureen Doallas says
Marcus is such a talent!
Marcus Goodyear says
What a treat to be featured here! Thanks, Glynn and Maureen, for the kind words.