Because it's harvest season:
PATCHWORK
Gleaming
fields of ripening grain
nurtured
by the sun and rain
swaying
in the breeze:
oats,
corn, soybeans, peas,
wheat,
barley, silage, clover,
timothy
or alfalfa.
Yellows,
greens, and browns.
Patchwork
on the ground.
Fit
together to form a whole
by
several hardworking souls.
Squared
corners or curved
filling
in the grooves.
Golden
oats shimmering.
In
the breeze sashaying.
Music
is made
then
comes the blade
to
shock into piles
mile
after mile.
Parcels
of soybeans and peas
where
bees buzz and stop to tease
pollinating
the
blossoms
waiting
to mature and age
in
fields of green foliage.
In
the plot over there leaps
tasseled
corn ready to reap.
Planted
in straight rows.
Eight
feet high it grows.
When
the frost comes down
the
stalks will turn bronze.
Flaxen
heads of wheat
soaking
in the heat.
Kernels
gleaned in the sun one day will make flour
after
combining hour after hour.
Up,
down, and around
from
sun up to sun down.
Down
the road a stretch
more
grains for market.
Glistening
with dew
under
skies of blue
or
tawny-gold becomes
under
the setting sun.
As
far as the eye can see
are
fields of green barley.
Squared
off into acres, the fields
will
produce a bumper yield.
Bordered
by a black ribbon road
leading
to market where sold.
Miles
and miles of acres
waiting
to be sun-cured
after
seeds were planted
and
the good Lord watered
form
patchwork pieces gathered together
joined
by family, friends, and neighbors.
Several
acres of clover, timothy,
alfalfa
ready for baling early
under
the noonday sun
right
up until sundown.
This
parcel owned by generations
of
farmers making a living.
There's
a tract of pumpkins
turning
orange before harvesting
next
to a cornfield where a maze
will
soon confuse and amaze.
You
might even buy maize
with
kernels of gold and maize.
Patches
sewn together by hedges or creeks
or
babbling brooks which quietly speak.
Patchwork
pieces of greens and golds
or
brown when the earth is unfurled;
there
are squares and rectangles,
and
irregular triangles.
All
these pieces together make a whole,
even
the ones containing a fishing hole.
All
have a purpose, these patches, of earth
waiting
to nurture and new birth bring forth.
Next
time you see a furrowed field planted,
look
to see patchwork. You'll be enchanted.
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Patchwork
earth neatly arrayed.
Patchwork
lives from disarray.
Patchwork
overalls from tears.
Patchwork
everyone wears.
Patchwork
puts back together
what
has come untethered.
Rather
lives or acres,
patchwork
holds a cure.
Acres
planted with grains
comes
to life again.
Lives
patch-worked back together
grow
healthier and stronger.
Patchwork
neatly forms
a
beautiful new form
for
pieces are stitched making something new
out
of rips and tears and furrows, who knew?
Patchwork
makes whole
what
used to be holes.
The
pieces of your life form a whole
where
joys and sorrows daily flow.
In
the end someone beautiful is formed
like
unmatched patchwork pieces being sewn.
All
together more pleasing than plain,
the
patchwork of our lives made right again.
He
has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes
3:11
When
a farmer plows for planting,
does
he plow continually?
Does
he keep on breaking up and harrowing the soil?
When
he has leveled the surface,
does
he not sow caraway and scatter cumin?
Does
he not plant wheat in its place,
barley
in its plot, and spelt in its field?
His
God instructs him and teaches him the right way.
Caraway
is not threshed with a sledge,
nor
a cartwheel rolled over cumin;
caraway
is beaten out with a rod,
and
cumin with a stick.
Grain
must be ground to make bread;
so
one does not go on threshing it forever.
Though
he drives the wheels of his threshing cart over it,
his
horses do not grind it.
All
this also comes from Lord Almighty,
wonderful
in counsel and magnificent in wisdom.
Isaiah
28:24-29
As
the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
and
do not return to it without watering the earth
and
making it bud and flourish,
so
that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater.
Isaiah
55:10
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