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.
