Harvest I will plant seeds In the barren soil of your loneliness and water the hard ground with tears shed in the secret places of your heart. My smile will burn through the darkness and scatter the storm clouds. I will grow a harvest from what you wasted and despised—row upon row, row upon row….
nourish grains of truth starve seeds of doubt, reap fields of liberty
orange and gold shimmer fields, vines, and trees spilling fruit autumn harvest glows