The harvest wouldn’t be the same
If we didn’t have to wait.
To witness something oh so small,
Bloom into something so very great.
It’s in the tending and the growing
Placing it in God’s caring hands.
Where all the time and love we’ve sown
Reveals God’s ever present plans.
The seeds are not ours to keep
For they’ll never multiply.
Every seed must be planted
For it to reach for the sky.
So, as we start the harvest,
We prepare to begin anew.
Giving thanks for all the things
That God alone knew and grew.
~ tmccabe, 2022
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