'Wait...My Son'

'Wait...My Son'

Wait for the golden harvest

For it has just begun

Just as the wheat must

Wait to ripen

Matured by Summer's sun.

How sad it is..when bloom is plucked

Before the fruit did grow

Lovely for a time...but then

In fullness never show

How sad too... if plucked too green

A fruit bitter...not yet ready

Taken too soon...fruit like life

Should not be rushed..hold steady...

Wait for the Golden Harvest

Wait...my son ..till you're a man

For life has much to offer you

When you develop in God's plan.

Kesti©

1968