I am the Reaper

 I am the Reaper.

All things with heedful hook
Silent I gather.

Pale roses touched with the spring,
Tall corn in summer,
Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms—
Reaping, still reaping—
All things with heedful hook
Timely I gather.


I am the Sower.

All the unbodied life
Runs through my seed-sheet.

Atom with atom wed,
Each quickening the other,
Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.

Ceaselessly sowing,
Life, incorruptible life,
Flows from my seed-sheet.


Maker and breaker,
I am the ebb and the flood,
Here and Hereafter,
Sped through the tangle and coil
Of infinite nature,
Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.

Taker and giver,
I am the womb and the grave,
The Now and the Ever

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