Sunday, July 08, 2012

Poetry Sunday ~ Soul Harvest

Soul Harvest
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The time is near, the hour nigh,
moonbeams droop in a blackened sky.
Blazing sun scorches the land.
Earth erupts in a quivering stand.

Encircling us is ravaging hate,
lust and greed severs our fate.
I sit and watch as lives unravel,
the boulder of strength now merely gravel.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
souls bewildered by mistrust.
Doubt and fear, they give rise.
to muted pleas and mournful cries.

As souls ascend and souls descend,
it is our own that we must mend.
Bringing forth joy, love and peace,
the decorum of beauty will never cease.

Firmly tread as the time is here,
to boldly proclaim, all we revere.
The harvest of souls its beckoning plea.
It's craving you; devouring me.

Come forth and share your wholesome beauty.
Unleash love, as if our duty.
Reap what you sow, seek and find.
Then you my friend, won't be left behind.
Copyright ©joni zipp

2 comments:

Stormcrow said...

Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”

Matthew 9:37-38

joni said...

Nice one! Thanks honey!