T(r)oy's Marbles
a time to gather
A Time to Gather
A time to gather, a time to reap
the fruits we've planted, hoping to bear peace.
The seeds have fallen so many months ago:
the harvest of our life will come.
In tenderness is life's beauty known;
and as we listen the morning star will shine.
The days go by; why not let them be filled
with new and surprising joys?
A time for kneading love's leaven well,
to open up and go beyond ourselves;
And as we reach for this moment, we know
that love is a gift born in care.
A time for hoping and being still,
to go on turning away from brittle fear.
A time to come back with all of one's heart
and bending to another's call.
This is our journey through forests tall;
our paths may differ and yet among them all
life's dreams and visions sustain us on our way
as loving gives birth to joy, gives birth to joy.
--Gregory Norbert, Weston Priory
poetry | Comments (0) | March 31, 2006