Open Poetry #37 |
Harvest Time |
JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Harvest Time As a crimson sunset overshadows the bay predicting tomorrow’s warm and calm day. I had imagined forecasts of calamity and dismay Yet I witnessed the young reaching into heaven with their prayers, and with a renewed breath of spirit they had sung. “Harvest time,” they sing, and sing rejoicing. Heartening, is my own spirit and I am joyful in hope. Though nations announce their new laws to pluck out the eyes and ears of our young. These children will prophesy with due accuracy, and in due time they will reveal human frailty and flaws… In that hour: the last will be first, the low made high, and the lost given peace and grace… But no mistaking, the day and hour for a crimson sunrise is near. Listen to the young as they pour out their heart’s song. “Harvest time, harvest time is here.” Prophesy:To reveal by divine inspiration. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
JL...Your words ring loud and clear. And the faithful shall embrace the world forever...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
These children will prophesy with due accuracy, and in due time they will reveal human frailty and flaws… ~*~ Not only do children say the darndest things... they say it with unfailing faith in truth. God speaks through our children... and we are sorely misjudging what we hear when we tell them to be quiet. A wonderful harvest, JL. Thank you for this beauty. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Surely when such events come to pass, we may be better souls for it. Well written, Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you for the peace your poem paints. May the world learn to understand the exquisite comfort of peace. - Owl |
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