humble harvest

a prayer for Lammas/Lughnasadh

Lord of Love,
Keeper of the Bread,
Let my life’s remaining days
Be a quiet harvest of praise

Let me reach high
And dig deep
For the precious fruits
And roots of gratitude

As physical strength
And beauty wane,
Let me be more prone
To contemplate than complain

Let me gather
Tender grains of Grace
And be nourished in knowing
My place within Your Sacred Heart

Let me linger here
By the warm hearth
Of This Love for as long
As I am blessed and able

Then let me
My humble harvest bring
Home to the Beloved’s
Welcoming Table.

One from the archives, as I seek to find my way back to the still, sweet space from which these words arose. It's strange, how we can resist, and run from the core of who we are, and then wonder why we're discombobulated. Or maybe that's just me! 
Wishing you a harvest of hope, happiness, and creative combobulation!
~Cheryl Anne