Harvest


They are careful in their harvest.

For some are not ready.

Not all will be chosen.

Fingers search.

Eyes scrutinize.

Only the sweetest will be picked.

Meadow grasses are pushed aside and leaves are overturned.

They are searching for a treasure.

They will not stop until they are sure.

Every fat, luscious berry will be plucked from stem.

Such diligence has a sweet reward.

So sweet it melts in the mouth.

But that must wait until the harvest is done.

They will not stop until they have searched every bush. They will not pause until every square inch of the patch is explored.

They will find every one that is ready.

And so will He.

Keep planting your seeds, Dear Ones. Let the harvest be heavy.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Gal. 6)

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