These were the whisper of words I heard, calling, giving permission to.
Fill your days with growth that reaches for the sky and calls to the stars.
Plant sprawling, ground infested plans that continue to move toward fresh air and summer warmth.
Plant smiles and miles of green and expect pickings too numerous to count. When summer days wane, reach their limit, set out with your basket and harvest the ripeness of your laborings.
Plant carefully, abundantly, water as much as the sun shines, harvest thoughtfully, give with love.
And another angel came out of the temple, crying out with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, "Put in your sickle and reap, because the hour to reap has come, because the harvest of the earth is ripe." Revelation 14:15
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