Sometimes the harvest comes early .
(I see you lettuce!).
Sometimes it seems like it will never come at all.
You carefully prepare.
Spend all your energy in planning.
Sweat.
Bruise.
Bleed.
Ache.
Get just filthy.
Fight off intruders.
Cry for the things you’ve lost.
Try to learn from the failures.
And think it’s over.
But.
Grace.
Things that are not visible to you
There when you need them.
A call can be a lifeline.
Texts remind you you are seen.
Sometimes the harvest is there all along.
Nourishment provided to give you strength to go on.
These- baby beets and carrots from our garden.
Part of our meal of today
as snow coats the ground.
Every day our actions plant seeds for the future.
Someday I’m the encourager
Offering strength
Other days my need is met by others.
May your harvest always be joyful
May your blessings always be in season.
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About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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Comments (2)
Amen.
Your carrots and beets are so wonderful! Loved your poem!