21 Oct Sabbath Harvest
Posted at 17:48h
in Poems
God made man for God — God-made-man for man —
Promised to every star and bead of ocean sand
Shining or sifted toward shores of a good land
Cusping on the Sabbath line,
Wrapping a sudra to bear the sun in prime
As You, Son of Man, glance upon the dread sign (of a)
Thunder-storming time.
In flesh does every mortal labor hurt
To gather the wheat before it falls, dies inert;
Never shall God in His glory or good work
Ever in truth be done:
Some harvest much and much harvest some
For You, Son of Man, reign upon the great sun (of a)
Crimson morning come.