THE CLOSET MYSTIC

Saturn says, “Tend your harvest,”

Saturn says, “Tend your harvest” — 

Well here I am,

working my hardest,

How far can I run, 

can I run the farthest?

Earth’s thy muse, 

thou art an artist —

Look back, be glad — 

Look where you started.

Here you are, 

one peak of many — 

Though you’re dissatisfied,

Know you’ve done plenty — 

Be glad, my son,

You’re far from prodigal — 

You’ve lived from the heart,

You shine, so honorable — 

Give yourself a hug,

Though you’re not perfect,

Your desire to improve,

Has always been earnest — 

If you ever thought,

The work’s unnoticed,

Know your God’s eye

Always is open.

So I love you,

And all that you’ve done,

Go take some rest — 

You’ve earned it, my son