Joy-harvest...

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