Harvest

[Guest guest]

As the withered flower

begs for the gentle rain

my heart begs for the

radiance of your grace.

In our blindness

we have groped

too long in the dark

for the knowledge

of open eyes.

The path has sought

our bleeding feet

even as our faltering step

has strayed to the edge

of the precipice.

We are the children

of timeless love

born to harvest

tender mercy

and share it

one to one

forever.

 

Mace