Monday, November 18, 2013


To harvest joy we must employ
Not tools of iron, steel or wood
But firmly wield in every field
A humble heart of gratitude

To harvest joy giddy like boy
With puppy or wee girl with dream
We must aspire in meek desire
To regard ‘small’ with high esteem

To harvest joy; mystic alloy
Of standing strong and bowing low
We must entrust our begging dust
To One True God who loves us so

To harvest joy is not to cloy
Vain expectation’s bloated yen
But to embrace God’s gift of grace
In breath-by-breath betrothed ‘amen’

Ultimate joy is no decoy
Of painted plastic, stone or wood
It is the thrill of  broken will
Filling a heart of gratitude

© Janet Martin

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