Poetry Sunday ~ Harvest of Souls

Pss. 29:2 “Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.”

 Harvest of Souls

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 sever 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 inner beauty 

Unleash love as our earthly duty

Reap what you sow, seek and find

Then you my friend, won't be left behind. 

Copyright ©Joni Zipp

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.