Thursday, August 02, 2012


From Blog12

On this hot and sunny morn,
All around is withered corn.
Farmers' hopes are withered, too.
Dazed, they wonder what to do.

Why has God withheld the rain?
Why kill birds and trees and grain?
Yet they praise him--and they should.
Out of evil, he brings good.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,
for those who are called according to his purpose.   

(Romans 8:28 ESV)

Poem written August 1, 2012, north of Vandalia, Illinois.
Most of the corn wasn't brown, but most of it was severely affected by the drought.

1 comment:

dfish said...

Makes on think about what God told Israel in Deuteronomy 11:6-7 doesn't it? "Take heed to yourselves, that your heart be not deceived, and ye turn aside, and serve other gods, and worship them;
And then the LORD'S wrath be kindled against you, and he shut up the heaven, that there be no rain, and that the land yield not her fruit; and lest ye perish quickly from off the good land which the LORD giveth you."