Of Love's Impending Choices

After a stretch of rain last weekevery farmer and gardener is paying close attentionto the condition of the soil with common quest;"is it dry enough to till and plant?!"And then we will not heedlessly toss seeds here and therehoping for the best. Planting is done with careful heed,the eye on its harvest!Imagine if we kept our eyes on the soil of the souland planted with careful precision/decisionwith our eyes on the harvest! Across shorelines of morning mercy’s renewed breakers roll... Across shorelines of morning mercy’s renewed breakers rollWhere wonderment and warning reanoint cause and effectOf love’s impending choices soon strewn beneath high noon’s tollEre Dusk collects the voices that will waft in retrospect This is no fickle bower that bends with dawn’s blushing ‘yet’Today’s brief leaf and flower, metes far more than meets the eyeWhere though time never lingers, its swift moment-presses setWhat slips through lips and fingers into permanent reply How sacred is the summons that draws us from slumber’s wooWhere this we share in common; we will reap the seeds we sowThis should give us good reason to pay close attention toWhat follows planting season and what soon Harvest will show Dusk holds far more than lullabies beneath its beckoning Morn metes far more than beaming skies beneath its gleaming burstWhere love's impending choices wait to author reckoningWhere soon the Harvest voices what was moment-sized at first © Janet Martin Gal.6:7Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. There is never an isolated action.For better or worseAction yields consequence Some 'consequences are pure joysuch as...cake!from this... to this... to this... to this! ...in almost no time at all!