Harvest Grain of God

By Joanne Ward

Eliza R. Snow Poetry Contest Winner Third Place

Tiny seed of my body,

Blessed fruit of my womb,

Would that I might guide thee

Even beyond the tomb.

Would that I might nourish thee,

Watch thee,

Weed thee,

Love thee,

Lead thee,

Would that I might light thee

Against the darkest doom.

Budding love of my love,

Flower-breath of my sigh,

Would that I might home thee

In heaven after we die.

Would that I might strengthen thee,

Root thee,

Raise thee,

Ripe’ thee,

Reap thee,

Would that I could gain thee

Celestial worlds on high.

Precious child of my bearing,

Cherished spirit child of God,

Would that I might keep thee

From the choking sod.

Would that thou might drink

From the waters of His laud.

Would that thou might be

White harvest grain of God.