Poem February 26, 1979 Issue

When is harvesttime?

Marlène F. Johnson

"Let both grow together," the Master said,
tares and wheat.
Till when?
The question troubled me.
"Harvest," his word of counsel.
Harvesttime?
A distant moment? Future event? Or
right now?
Yes, now draw the line of demarcation between what isn't
and what is!
Then, weeds of yesterday plucked up, uprooted,
leave nothing but harvesttime
today!
And more so, the full measure of ripened fruit
within you/me,
lets Spirit's own harvest appear
now.