The Vineyard
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph by Anita Schiller, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Thrust in the sickle, the land is rich,
and the fruit thereof is sweet.
The labor of love has been performed;
the cycle is complete.
Thrust in the sickle, though youth has gone
and strength is on the wane.
The vineyard calls; its master knows
the joy that hides in pain.
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“The highest reward for a person’s toil is not what [he] gets from it, but what [he] becomes from it.” – John Ruskin
“Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.” – St. Theresa of Lisieux
“Work is love made visible.” – Khalil Gibran
“He that tilleth his land shall be satisfied with bread.” – Proverbs 12:11
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Tags: acceptance, aging, growth, harvest, joy, life, work
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.