[I wrote this poem after meditations on Psalm 63, and John 21, and Matthew 20:1-16]
The field is ripe and yellow
Willing and desirous I am to go
The sun is high up in the sky
Scores of men ahead as I look with a sigh.
"Has He passed me by?" My joy grows cold
A still voice echoes, "Do you love Me?"
Yes, Lord! Do I love Thy work more than Thee?
Psalm Sixty-three three comes alive
“Thy Loving-kindness is better than life”
No gain, no loss, nothing will let me annoy
If God’s Love I recall, there I find my true joy.