Harvest hearts

Harvest hearts slow.

There are last acres

lost acres

unexplained gains.

A season completed.

Before the scales

are balanced

cultivators scratch

the soil, preparation

for preparation

for a season

at once distant

yet soon again

upon us.

What sweat

seeds and prayers

will fill the soil

as the hope of abundance

carries on?

May the peoples praise you, O God; may all the peoples praise you. Then the land will yield its harvest, and God, our God, will bless us. God will bless us, and all the ends of the earth will fear him. Psalm 67:5-7 NIV

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