Devotion Poetry Look Up

And when these things begin to come to pass,then look up, and lift up your heads;for your redemption draws nigh. —Luke 21:28

Grain glistens golden in the scorching sun,
Promise of a bountiful harvest.
Like a stately procession
The long stalks wave in the warm gentle breeze,
And only the farmer's frown
Hints at the disaster he sees.
For, under the sun, hot and dry,
Stalks shrivel, slowly die.
Day after day the farmer searches the sky,
Prays for clouds to darken,
Bows in gratitude as rain falls.

Like the ripening grain, we
Like everything to be
Sunshine, not realizing it is through
The storms of life that we
Most often grow, and thus
Produce fruit,
For Him.

Help me, Lord, not to be unfruitful or to complain when things don't go my way. Instead, help me lift my eyes to You and wait for what You have for me. Amen.

From Journey of Faith
(C) 2016 Carolyn R Scheidies
Print and Kindle versions
Feel free to share