Harvest Thoughts...

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

 

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