Faith Brings the Harvest
FAITH BRINGS THE HARVEST
Although they go forth weeping
carrying the seed to be sown,
They shall come back rejoicing
Psalm 124
The furrows of our beginnings lie barren: cystic Seeds fallen between the rows; statues of clods
Represent still stages shadowing scenes
Deferred.
Ancient ones, rooted by the river, grow
Like their mother willows: weeping tears
To barren seeds rains have forgotten to fall on.
(Who or what will germinate their souls?)
The plow masters have gone to wilderness:
Wandering trails of bygone labors; the
Plow sheds have gone empty; bellows
Have lost their harvest winds.
Fields, in shadows of mountains, await
The coming of the rain goddess; we
In memories of acacia dreams,
Sprinkle phoenix ashes;
Whispering sacred words
To dormant seeds we have sown:
Indeed, faith will bring the harvest.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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