Your Season Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

'The full fruit of labor lives in the harvest
And that always comes in the right season' Bible quote

We labor with sweaty brow, dusty feet and blistered hands
We wait for end of day, cool evening air, the porch swing
We drink our ice tea and talk with a neighbor
Nothing earth shaking, just simple banter

We light up a cigarette or cigar or pipe
And wish we could stop that dirty habit
But it helps to forget the toil of day, week, the year
Lying in bed, we think of someone we loved when we were young

Sometime during the night we wake and see the moon
A cloud brushes it gently and moves westward
Suddenly the heart warms and a feeling of love grows
A message from heaven whispers in the ear

Your season is here, you are living as you should
It is all right, everything is all right
You are in the palm of a hand
Whose love is too great to comprehend.