Harvest Blessings Poem by Penni Currie

Harvest Blessings
In the golden light of the harvest sun,
The earth yields its treasures, one by one
Rows of corn, ripe and tall
Apples and plums ready to fall
God's bounty abundant, a feast for all
Thankful hearts answer the harvest call
The labour of men, the gift of the land
Fruits of our labour, by God's own hand
We gather and give thanks for the yield
For the nourishment provided in every field
The first harvest, a promise fulfilled
In Nature's cycle, our spirits are thrilled
So celebrate the abundance we see
In the fruits harvested, wild and free
God's blessings evident in every crop
Gratitude overflowing. Pause and stop.
April 2024