Poem September 29, 1956 Issue

HARVESTTIME

John 4:35

Eleanor L. Shepherd

O reaper , hourly comes the harvest
When, within your consciousness,
You bind and burn the chaff of error
And reap the fruits of Love which bless.

Judge not your neighbor or his harvest,
Nor compare his with your own;
Your neighbor may be harvesting
A ripened field to you unknown.

Eleanor L. Shepherd

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