Sonnet of the Harvest

    "I. The Silent Vineyard"

The Lord shares, with all—His symbols foretold.
For in his region and the same season,
With stalks and thorns living with all reason,
With angels quick for the reaping when told.

In the vineyard spoke none—a silent hush.
Some seeds were sown by one whose heart was dire.
For smoky winds dampened out holy fire.
No lampstand to take its place in a rush.

The Lord calls His workers—no longer blocked.
Out of the stubble, oaths made strong again.
The Lord reclaims His own to live and reign.
Roots now watered where prophets once had walked.

Though sown with trials, still the field is wide,
The meek shall reap what heaven will decide.

   "II. The Gathering"

Each lawful heir is marked—by heaven's ink.
A lineage that forms with vessels chosen.
Rings of promise worn on land and ocean.
Bring a blessing for all with eyes that blink.

The upcoming gathering—final stage.
Are we to be found gathered with the weeds,
Are blown away with the chaff in the reeds,
Or gathered with wheat, no matter your age.

The sickle swings beneath a steady hand.
The Master scans each soul with perfect view.
No robe nor mask will hide what’s just and true.
The breath of mercy sweeps across the land.

Choose now your root, your soil, your place to grow,
Before the winds decide which way you’ll go.

Content based upon D&C 85-87

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