Fruit
Cultivated, culled
Remembering, wondering, asking
Are these thorns forever?Yield
Reseed soil with longing
For another chance
Faintly hopeful
Harvest© 2016 by Laurel Archer & Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
Photo Credits: Pixabay
Poetry form: Cinquain, doubled and mirrored
Dec 3 – After Eden
A reliance on His promises.
A hard and beautiful progression to the poem. It evokes in me that this is our own “eden” stories as well as the “Eden” story. How often are we caught in the first four lines of the poem, where the fruit in life has actually only led to thorns by the making of our own hands . . . Yet that is not the end, that is not the end to the poem or what goes on in life, there is much more “death to life” that God has in store. May we have the heart, humility, patience and awareness to harvest with Him.