3 Harvest Poems for Thursday

​The time of harvest is here!  My mother-in-law has been supporting the Salesian Missions Publications for years.  They send her cute little books that contain simple poems of God’s goodness.  She has passed some of these along to me.  When I am in need of a little inspiration and a pretty picture, I pick them up.  Here are three poems from these books about The Harvest.  I hope that you enjoy them as I have.

 The Master’s Miracle 
In the Autumn morning’s sunlight
When the air is crystal clear,
Not one “Old Masters” painting
With its beauty could compare.
Each tree is splashed with color
Made not by human brush,
For who of us could capture
The beauty or the hush?
The pale, blue sky’s the background,
My window is the frame…
It’s called “The Master’s Miracle”
Of turning leaves to flame.   
Hazel Sharp

Autumn Treasures
Country land and sheltered glen,
Mountain road or town,
With every puff of whistling wind,
The leaves come drifting down.
Rustling through the sunlit wood, 
Whirling on the highway,
Rising with a billowy breeze,
Chasing down a byway.
Dressed in amber or in jade,
Crimson, brown or gold,
Leaves are Autumn’s treasure-trove,
God’s shimmering jewels to behold. 
Elizabeth Weaver Winstead

The Basket of Harvest
The basket of harvest
Is long and it’s wide;
It’s woven with birdsong
And bright butterflies.
The basket of harvest
Is fragrantly filled
With scent of wildflowers 
God planted at will.
The basket of harvest
Is laden with fruit,
With grain and lush berries
For me and for you.
I thank God for giving
This gift of great worth…
The basket of harvest – 
The fields of the earth. 
Loise Pinkerton Fritz

May God bless the harvest of our lives.  If you would like to talk or share a Fall treat with coffee or tea, please give me a call or email.
Sincerely & With Love,
Christina
christina@coldspringschurch.net