Ruth and Naomi followed the harvesters.
In the fields the men were told to leave some.
Leave some behind for those who have none.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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Windrows and fallen through stubble swaths.
In the fields the deer and birds enjoy a feast!
Leave some behind for them who are the least.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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Apples unpicked freeze and cling to bare branches.
In the trees the birds and coyotes sing joyful songs.
Leave some behind for them, to them it belongs.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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Reaping the whirlwind from the seeds we’ve saved to sow.
In the shadows are left the husks after we took it all.
Leave some things unsaid. Leave somethings to fall.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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Seeding discontent, chopping at the roots of grace.
In the tears salty wounds sting, desolate ground.
Leave some things sweet and pure, go around.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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Driving forward, ever hungry, forcing them to choose.
In the quiet, choose some peace. Fruits of the spirit grow.
Leave some things to the gentle side, let the heart go.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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A constant race to consume, the need and the greed.
In the quiet I want you to just be. Just be. Be still.
Leave some things to faith. Surrender that iron will.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
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A forgotten jubilee lay between dusty pages.
In our hurry to get, to have, to see, to own.
Leave some seeds aside, new dreams sown.
Leave the harvest, leave some.
Anna has us working with conceit for Meeting At The Bar for dVerse tonight. I’m stretching it a bit but my birds and the coyote reminded me that we don’t need to begrudge those who come behind and take what we could not. It’s not a world where we need to fill our hands with all we can grasp. Sometimes we can choose to leave something for someone else, and be happy that we did. The apples could have been harvested for us, for people. And the animals would not have had this bounty. We are so efficient we forget that leaving something behind to grow more, to feed some and to encourage isn’t the wrong thing. It’s the only thing. It’s love. Love does so many things but it never leaves an empty husk, dead dirt or dried streams behind. There is always something left for those who come behind – and maybe it is more than we took, maybe less. Maybe intentional and maybe by Divine Hand.