Harvest Gleanings 10/19/04

This season in decline
Becomes a comfort, you know.
When we seek the warmth of heart and home.
When winds begin to blow and moan and stir
The mix of leaves and harvest debris
The gleanings of the harvest blown astray.
With head bowed and bended knee
In heartfelt prayer we show delight
In the whole expanse of earth and sky
From harvest dust to fruitful seed
We feel we cannot allow
This moment to pass away as day unto night
Without thoughts of our Savior, gleaming bright.
These days pass by the, color fades.
Rolling landscapes become shades of gray
But there in lies a peaceful heart
Who accepts these gleanings as treasures apart.
These offerings left behind in our busy hurry
Are truly blessings once over looked.
Together they bind together the threads of life.
Single threads, they appear so sparse, but together
They weave a tapestry.
A tapestry of moments once discarded and forgotten
They form this blanket stretched across the land.