In Due Season

I settled on the title In Due Season after being torn between

Of Promises Fulfilled and Under the Climbing Sun 😅

What inspired this poem?

Well, kinda the pretty morning

...where the sunshine, after a STORMY weekend

kinda kindles 'planting thoughts'!

and kinda from yesterday's visit 

as my husband and I mostly listened to

my parents in their eighties (or almost) 

my husband's aunt and uncle, mid-eighties 

and my husband's mother who is ninety, as they visited

with much laughter and fond recollection of days gone by

(no pic😐)

I am so thankful for our 'elders'

 and the truths they took the time to prayerfully

plant in their children so that we would be equipped

when our planting-turn came...

Because in due season we will all reap what we sow...

Gal.6:6-9

Let him who is taught the word 

share in all good things with him who teaches.

7Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; 

for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

  8For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption,

 but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life.

  9And let us not grow weary while doing good, 

for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.

(or, if we faint not)

Under the climbing sun, once more the dawn dissolves the dark

Once more upon the way to God, Time’s passengers embark

Beneath the great arc of the sky man’s numbered days decline

While what we sow begins to show by the fruit on the vine

Where we are always in the Ever Very Present Now

As doubt and expectation try the hand put to the plow

And often we grow weary as we wait upon the due

Of a Season out of this world somewhere beyond the blue

Tick-tock, tick-tock, a clock we cannot see is winding down

As crucial as the fallen seed are crucial seeds not sown

For Truth we do not learn cannot in turn plant what we ought

Where fruit we reap begins within the nucleus of thought

To author seeds of words and deeds from a most sacred fount

Granted by the Creator to Whom we will give account

Then pray, thought finds Truth’s Way before the reckoning is due

In a Season still waiting until planting time is through

Forbid we squander moments lent by Immortality

But like a husbandman of souls, with kind humility

Consider He who did not count equality with God

Reason enough to excuse love when called to bear its rod

But suffered unto death, yes even death upon the cross

Beholding in due season Heaven’s gain for Heaven’s loss

Then pray we too may see beyond the weariness we bear

To a due season when we reap what pray, we sowed with care

Under the climbing sun once more Mercy extols God's grace

Redemption runs it fingers over worlds no eye can trace

As kind compassion lends another ration to time's path

Where, slow to anger, He will not forever stay His wrath

Where disobedience runs rampant as seas with no shore

Where Conscience does not seem to reverence God anymore

Where still, He will not fail all who anticipate the due

Of fulfilled promises in a season of All Things New 

© Janet Martin

With what shall I come before the Lord

 and bow down before the exalted God?

Shall I come before him with burnt offerings,

with calves a year old?

Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,

with ten thousand rivers of olive oil?

Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression,

the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.

And what does the Lord require of you?

To act justly and to love mercy

and to walk humbly[a] with your God.

Micah 6:6-8

In The Sweet By and By