plucking time

“Today one may pluck out one’s very heart and not find it.”
― Franz Kafka

(the first of the season / Julie Cook / 2017)

Simplistic seasonal changes give way to the reaping of small harvests…
As the western world reels from another chaotic and senseless attack.

Caustic comedians are wallowing in sanctimonious apologies
while casting wide nets of blame blanketing the very ones they mock.
As a fallen candidate joins the fray with the same empty mantra…
“Not my fault….”

Madness and hatred are the offerings on tap
while unsuspecting berries ripen on the bush

There’s an old nemesis who seems to be enjoying renewed friction
while the media and press proclaim the sky is falling.
As the dividing line between right and left becomes impossible to bridge.

There’s something comforting in the mindless gathering of ripening fruit
Something seemingly mundane yet blessedly sane…
as the world spins wildly out of control….

Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good?
But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed.
“Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened.”
But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord.
Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for
the hope that you have.
But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear conscience,
so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ
may be ashamed of their slander.
For it is better, if it is God’s will,
to suffer for doing good than for doing evil.

1 Peter 3:13-17

28 comments on “plucking time

  1. Wally Fry says:

    There is something soothing about the growing things, isn’t there?

  2. Our cherry tree this year produced the best harvest we have had. Thank God for the rain He sent to this parched land called California. I also made us some blueberry pancakes for dinner last night.

  3. lorriebowden says:

    Perfect, Julie! Just perfect!! Thanks for reminding me ❤

  4. Citizen Tom says:

    Not much of a gardener, but I had a neat experience as a child. My father was in the USAF, and they assigned him to Goose Bay AFB in Labrador, Canada. So we got to pick wild blueberries and cranberries. Still a fond memory.

  5. says:

    When the world runs amok, it’s time to wallow in the dirt. I find I do my. Easy thinking there.

  6. Yum! What beautiful berries!!! and what a stellar post. 🙂 ❤

  7. oneta hayes says:

    Such a contrast between “humanistic” thinking and God’s thinking. Let me join the side of the beauties of nature far from the ghoulishness of “entertainment.”

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