Monday, October 04, 2010


Harvest  2010 
‘As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come’  Mark4 v29

An harvest has come.
In their season, fledgling crops
surrogately mothered
by hand and machine,
become bound
stored and sheltered:
‘safely gathered in’.
In season, maturity’s ripeness,
is elected
before another’s season,
in weathered coup,
steals the scene.
Some small token
find their way
into tradition,
and the compass
of praise.
An inadequate tithe
to the store
of love.

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