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 NIVCome on over to One Stop Poetry to read more of this weeks One Shot Wednesday poems.


Thanks so much for the delightful harvest poem. A great reminder of who cultivates
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Lovely, truly.
ReplyDeleteI love this: "Unexplained gains."
That always amazes me.
Sweet... simple and beautiful... Thanks for sharing...
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Om Namah Shivaya
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Karin, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI too love the "Unexplained gains."
ReplyDeleteThanks Karin!
I love watching the harvest come out of the fields.
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