Until All Is Gathered Up Again
a poem
This was the final poem I wrote for April’s poem a day challenge.
It merged April 29’s prompt “Until” with the prompt for April 30: Write a beginning and/or an ending poem.
Until All Is Gathered Up Again
Let seeds fall to the ground and think them dead.
Let us toil ‘neath the sun and weep and tread.
The portion now to those men hoarding bread.
Until all is …
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