The Harvest of Truth #1923

The Orchard of Life In the orchard vast where choices grow, Among the trees where breezes blow, We seek the truth in fruits that show, The essence of our hearts below. A tree is known by what it yields, In forests deep or open fields. Its fruit reveals the secrets sealed, Of deeds and dreams, of wounds unhealed. Good fruit shines with radiant light, A beacon pure, a guiding sight. From love and grace it takes its flight, Enduring through the darkest night. Bitter fruit, with poisoned stain, Tells tales of selfishness and pain. A warning in its harsh refrain, Of paths we must not tread again. Without the fruit, how would we see, The hidden truths of each life's tree? In every branch, in each degree, The fruits declare what is to be. Consequences guide our way, In actions great, in words we say. They call us to reflect, to pray, To choose the righteous path today. In the harvest, clear and bright, Lies wisdom's call, the guiding light. By their fruits, we gauge what's right, In every dawn, in every night. As we wander, let us heed, The ancient wisdom, take its lead. To plant good seeds in thought and deed, And bear good fruit in word and creed. For in the orchard of our days, Where life's journey twists and sways, Let our actions, like sun's rays, Reflect the light of righteous ways. -Steven G. Lee (June 24, 2024)