©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.
“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