Harvests of the Heart: A Spiritual Odyssey #535

Harvests of the Heart: A Spiritual Odyssey In woven whispers of the spirit’s lore, Three tales entwine, revealing core to core. A fig, in leaf, yet barren stood, A mirror to our facades, misunderstood. (Mark and Matthew, Luke in choral flight, Their verses a beacon, in the fading light.) A hungered figure, fruit he sought, Found naught but leaves, a lesson taught. Choices in our grasp, freedom’s clay mold, Yet, from their echoes, we’re not so bold. “Death, the price of sin,” so speaks the tome, Echoed in Corinthians, a solemn poem. Tears for outcomes, love for sin’s embrace tight, A dance of shadows, in day and night. From Luke’s soft murmur, “Good trees, good yield,” Bad trees falter; their fate is sealed. Our deeds, the fruit, our heart’s true tale, In actions weighed, on life’s grand scale. A reflection of essence, of our true aim, In deeds, in love, beyond just name. Harvests of the Heart, a clarion call, To search within, beyond the wall. To see past facades, to essence pure, Align our actions with a motive sure. To bear fruit that echoes who we truly are, Beneath the surface, whether near or far. Choices twine with fate, in a dance divine, A path we carve, with every line. Let us cultivate a garden of light, Where deeds of goodness ever so bright. Through ancient tales, a message we find, Of truth, of love, for all mankind. In this journey, let us all share, Inspiring hearts, everywhere. To bear good fruit, in life’s expanse, In every choice, in every glance. Harvests of the Heart, our guiding star, In each soul, let true goodness spar. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 11, 2024)