Harvest

Text and art by I. Lilias Trotter

A lesson came this morning over a ripe peach… a characteristic of ripeness that I had never noticed before – the ease with which it takes stripping. Up to the last day, before real ripeness sets in, it clings to the outward, and the outward has to be torn from it. The parting with all of it comes now without an effort – the Eternal life at its heart is all that matters.

It came so strongly that our present work was just to sow; broadcast, as far and wide as we could, in preparation for the coming harvest. The sowing beside all waters must mean such unselfish sowing – not calculating what will take root on our little plot, but letting that just take its chance of sharing in the future harvest – and scattering meanwhile far and wide.