Inspirational and Faith Poetry

It was the coldest of February winters
South of this home that I’ve always known
Appearing was a face in the timber
“Your will does reap all that you have sown”
Again she, repeated the words I once did ignore
“Your will does reap all that you have sown”
South of this home that I’ve always known
“Manifest your will, be the thoughts you have implanted
A gift given by the Creator to you in spirit
Infused in you by Mother Nature, do you here it”

Frigid is this arctic zone of winter
South of this home that I’ve always known
This cabin of timbers be will, warming my soul
Reaping me all that I have sown
So long live the courageous and the bold
May wisdom be bestowed to you in whole
When south of this home you’ve always known

Understanding is just that, part of the prize
Granted to ye once ye has grown
Patience and time always tells the tale
South of this home that I’ve always known
Holy Spirits she be crystallizing
Reaping ye what ye have sown

Know you now that this is your fate
Reaping you all that you have sown
No matter the gate
South of this home that you’ve always known
If all ye fail to spiritually educate
Then she Mother Nature shall soon eradicate
South of this home that you’ve always known

Search high and search low
Keep knocking and keep asking
Search to and fro for this light
Because whether or not you sight
Your will does reap what you have sown
South of this home that you’ve always known