Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Poetry: The Grain Field

This is a poem I wrote in February, inspired by Matthew 9: 37-38.


The Grain Field

The grain is ripe

The day is new

It's time for the harvest

But the laborers are few.

The Master stares

As the sun climbs high

No one's coming

The grain will soon die.

Midday passes

Dusk draws near

No one is willing...

No one is here.

Shadows lengthen

The day is gone

It's too late

For another dawn.