Poem June 29, 1957 Issue

HARVEST

Frances M. Pray

We are the harvesters of light,
Obeying Love's commands;
We garner with our chastened hearts—
Not with impatient hands.

Love's light is never seasonal.
Imperishable good
Is ever ripe for harvesting
Where faith is understood.

Encompassing Love's acreage
With clear, unmeasured sight,
We reap infinity and gain
Irrevocable light.

Frances M. Pray

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