Early in the morning, with the shining darkness I open my eyes to check on the crop:
it’s so beautiful that I feel guilty to water it so early.
During the day, with a blanket of grey stars
I walk through the crunchy grass that surrounds me,
everywhere I look seems desolated,
but I know that if I can harvest my crop
joy and love will strengthen me for one more day.
So it’s dark again and I’m back to looking after my crop:
growing despite the conditions,
or perhaps growing so it can nourish the conditions of my heart.
It’s harvest time,
and I harvest all of it.
I hug my harvest so I can endure the days, the hours…
I’m blessed to have a big crop that will nourished me through out the season.
I’m so thankful for it,
it gives me the courage I need to go on.
The harvest of your love is what keeps me going until the sun comes out again.