The 'harvest' is in full-swing...
as is the ever-sacred, ever-planting season!
How swift the seeds return
With harvest-heavy grant
The laborer is sure to learn
We gather what we plant
The heart is like a field
Where toiling is in vain
Unless we sacrifice its yield
To the Giver again
What good is grain/gain galore
For the poor that we see
If we offer them nothing more
Than verbal sympathy
The laborer is sure to learn
We gather what we plant
The heart is like a field
Where toiling is in vain
Unless we sacrifice its yield
To the Giver again
What good is grain/gain galore
For the poor that we see
If we offer them nothing more
Than verbal sympathy
So small, the seeds that fall
But what a vital part
For harvest is a Holy Call
In the field of the heart
Then pray we keep in mind
The planting-season's sums
Of seeds that will reveal their kind
When harvest season comes
© Janet Martin
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