THE HARVEST PRAYER
(Anonymous 17th Century Sermon)
Please be gentle with yourself and
We are all children of chance,
And none can say why some fields
While others lay brown beneath the harvest sun.
Take hope that your season will
Share the joy of those whose season is at hand.
Care for those around you.
Look past your differences.
Their dreams are no less than yours,
Their choices in life no more easily made.
Give in any way you can.
Give in every way you can.
Give whatever you possess.
Give from your heart.
To give is to love.
To withhold is to wither.
Care less for the size of your harvest
than for how it is shared,
And your life will have meaning
And your heart will have peace.