Monday, February 8, 2021


Harvest of God

by Macrina Wiederkehr

It was only a small wind,

Rather gentle, like a breeze.

It blew a strand of hair across my forehead

And I knew it was God.

 I was awakened by a tiny gleam of light

It slipped through my curtain, onto my face.

It drew me to my feet and on to the window

Drawing back the curtains

Dawn stepped softly into my room.

I knew that it was God.

 In the middle of my loneliness

The phone rang.

A voice I knew so well, said

“Hello, I love you.”

Love stirred in my soul

I knew that it was God.

 Rain fell gently on thirsty ground.

Slowly, carefully, steadily it came

To an earth parched with waiting.

Through those raindrops

I walked, unafraid – without an umbrella.

I knew that it was God.

 It was only a little bitterness I thought

But it wouldn’t leave my heart.

It hung around my soul for ages

Until a storm came, violent and terrifying.

It shook me to the depths of my being

And blew all the bitterness away.

I knew that it was God

 It was only a Silver Maple

But in the morning’s sunlight

It was filled with heaven.

I stood in a trance

As one touched by angel wings.

I knew that it was God.

O God, I cried, Endearing One,

I love you! You cannot hide from me.

Between the cracks of daily life

I find you waiting

To be adored.

You slip into my life

Like night and day

Like stars and sunshine.

I know that you are God.

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