Seasonal Harvest
SEASONAL HARVEST
Filled to the brim, heavy baskets of seed
cruel the taskmaster fueling my need.
My eyes search the heavens for a promise of rain
but the sun scoffs and taunts in haughty disdain.
Years of drought, cracked soil with dead seed
dreams of life dying in the midst of the heat.
Only crumbs on the plate, no more wine in my cup
and slowly, but surely, filled with doubt, I give up.
The fields remain barren no reward for my toil,
I feel my strength waning my courage has gone
till finally I shout loud : "I've had it, ENOUGH!"
then fling forth the baskets, scatter seeds in the air
on wings of hot wind they fall everywhere.
A rumble above precedes something wet
I think its my tears then realize its rain.
The floodgates of heaven have opened above
how odd that it came now, just when I gave up.
Not long and the seeds I had flung all around
start growing and yield a bountiful crop
one second it took for God to change all
don't look at the sun rather watch the seed fall.
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