Harvesting the Sea

a poem from April 2021

O, weak and worrisome heart of mine,

Who guards today's joys as if tomorrow had none,

And mourns the passing of each good

Because it is not eternal;

O foolish grasping heart of mine,

Building a wall against the waves

To capture the retreating water,

Have you forgotten the ocean's expanse

Or the constancy of the tide's ebb and flow?

Dear heart so starved for God's goodness,

The waters will come quench again.

As surely as God's Word formed this earth

He will wreck your walls with his blessings.

Therefore, let today's joys go un-encircled

So your hands are free for tomorrow.

Let the children grow into adulthood.

Say goodbye to those who must go.

Abandon your hollow ideals.

And stop longing for what cannot be.

Then enter tomorrow's glory unhindered

Fearing not the unknown or any scarcity,

For there is manna in the wilderness

When you enjoy today's food today.

"His mercy flows in wave after wave on those who are in awe before him." (Luke 1:50 MSG)

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