I settled on the title In Due Season after being torn between
Of Promises Fulfilled and Under the Climbing Sun ๐
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 pic๐)
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
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
