Drought

Early morning rain dampens my window.

Too late for the drought.
Corn stalks, once tall and green
bore the promise of a good harvest,
now brown and barren,
fallen.

The rain serves to remind
of what might have been,
had it come earlier
and stayed longer.
If only.

Fields of soybeans.
Pods shriveled, ungenerous yield at best.
Their leaves, dry and thin, glimmer;
paper pennies in the wind, they
bring no good luck.

Farmers turn the fields
as sun defeats shower again.
The ground lays open, grey, spent.
They won’t have to race to beat the snow.
The work is done.

Small comfort when the bills come due.

I turn the car toward home,
my mind laden with worry and regret.
So many plans
for a harvest of the talents —
God’s reign in me.

All too often squandered,
waiting ’til just before the snow
to turn promise into treasure.

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One thought on “Drought

  1. Love this, Vicki – Human Life parallels agri-life. So much to learn…
    Human completion is in right-minded sowing and tending, which you do so magnificently. I love that the fullness of harvest is God’s piece, and what appears incomplete to human eyes, becomes a precious gem in God’s.

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