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Sunday, December 1, 2019

A Something-to-Remember Sonnet on A Stormy Church-cancelled Sunday Morn...



 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
Gal.6:7
We reap what we sow, but we never see the full impact of the harvest!
Many who follow reap what we sow as well...


We leave behind, with grit of daily grind
Strewed on time’s path, the aftermath of choice
In ebb and flow of yes and no entwined
Where death may steal our breath, but not our voice

As consequence and recompense reply
Though you and I lie stilled in Bygone's glade
They grapple with the apple of hope’s eye
And wrestle on a trestle that we laid

This thus should stir in us a sacred quest
To consider more than the score of Now
For what seems small soon falls prey to the test
That tries the ties that bind us to time’s plow

Where what we sow will grow, then while we sleep
Beneath earth’s sash of dust and ash, they reap

© Janet Martin



2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!