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Spiritual Growth

cornstalks once tall and green
are now brown, dried, surrendered,
ears of corn with full kernels
shaped and turned golden
in a summer of sunshine and rain.
they fill to fullness wide wagons,
falling now into tall, round bins,
copious in their generosity,
abundant in unrestrained harvest.
this plenitude of the land
signals my own gathering of grain
as I turn to the bounty
found in the field of my heart.
all those daily gifts
that grace my humble path,
come tumbling forth,
like a corn harvest
of golden goodness,
they are my bin-full,
my thanksgiving treasure,
my wide wagon of richness,
they are my sureness
that the God of the harvest
still hurrahs.
                   ~Joyce Rupp