Leave the harvest


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.



  1. November 29, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    Wonderful thoughts.. to leave some of the harvest behind.. what a nice picture you paint..

  2. November 29, 2013 at 10:14 pm

    Beautiful lesson. Overcoming the greed, leaving same things as they are without exploiting them, sharing, being still for some time- lovely!
    “Leave the harvest, leave some”- it is a powerful refrain. 🙂

  3. brian miller said,

    November 29, 2013 at 10:34 pm

    nice…its a solid truth..pair that with the fact that the birds need not worry…and someone will leave for you something one day…we let the dear eat our leavings….and have left for others and had left for us as well…

    • shanyns said,

      December 3, 2013 at 7:06 am

      I’m always a bit humbled when the animals will share what we leave, and happy to share too! 🙂

  4. November 29, 2013 at 11:13 pm

    This is wonderful, Shanyns. I love the biblical analogy wed to nature and to our humanity, the lessons nature teaches us. Outside the window of the room where I meditate and upstairs, in my office, is a ornamental pear tree with many, many pears. It thrills me to watch the birds stop by and feast. A delight for them and for me. You’ve developed the prompt so skillfully.

    • shanyns said,

      December 3, 2013 at 7:07 am

      Bird feasts are so cool! We had a lost robin eating at the trees yesterday. Shiver poor bird! Glad you enjoyed the poetry, and thanks for coming over.

  5. Seasideauthor Sharon Rose © said,

    November 30, 2013 at 12:20 am

    A real truth here. Love the picture complementing your poem.
    Nicely done.

  6. claudia said,

    November 30, 2013 at 8:43 am

    i love that story with ruth and naomi… and the tradition of leaving some of the harvest for those that don’t have enough to eat… we’ve lost many of those old and good tradtions… it’s good to be reminded and they can be copied to many areas of life… well done

    • shanyns said,

      December 3, 2013 at 7:08 am

      Thanks Claudia, and I agree. We have lost some important old traditions, and it wouldn’t be bad to get some back I think! Thanks for coming by.

  7. MarinaSofia said,

    November 30, 2013 at 11:09 am

    A ballad-like poem, it perfectly captures that timeless feel of the countryside. As a granddaughter of farmers on both sides of the family, this cadence really appeals to me.

    • shanyns said,

      December 3, 2013 at 7:08 am

      Thank you so much! I’m glad there was an appeal here for you, and as always thanks for coming over.

  8. November 30, 2013 at 12:52 pm

    This is a nice reminder. What you point out should be a rule to any religious or scientific author, and it indeed applies for poets too. I enjoyed the repetition in the poem. The tone is a bit wistful (I hope that is the right word) which makes the poem authoritative, and the message sticks.

    • shanyns said,

      December 3, 2013 at 7:09 am

      Thank you! And I appreciate your thoughtful comment.

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