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