Tarry no more

Tarry no more brother
tarry no more sister
the shades already falling
souls are straying, time is fleeting
the baskets lying empty
the ready sheaves being blown away
the reapers all in slumber
tarry no more brother
tarry no more sister
reap souls for the kingdom
for the Lord on us is counting
while earthly time is fleeting.

poem by Michael Nkwocha
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Eventide Planting

I dare to plant a seed today
full of dreams, full of promise
though I die before it fruits
the eater's joy may my labours bring.

I've come to eat so much of fruits
not knowing how they came to be
some planter's labours, my heart has fed
their toils, their pains, my joy has brought.

And so today I dare to plant
though I die before it fruits
someday, somehow, others would taste
may their own joy, my labours bring.

poem by Michael Nkwocha
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