Sunday, January 10, 2016

Poetry Sunday ~ Soul Harvest

Gen. 8:22 “While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.”

Soul Harvest

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 is our duty 
Reap what you sow, seek and find 
Then you my friend, won't be left behind. 

Copyright ©joni zipp

Rev. 14:15 “And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.”

I wrote this many years ago and have posted it before but this seems timely to this very day. God Bless you all.

1 comment:

benning said...

A goodie, indeed! :D