My Time

Good morning! It is harvest time soon 

And a plentiful yield it will be

If you don't believe me 

Just you wait and see

Have been traveling a long while

Sometimes with a frown and 

Sometimes with a smile.

But always filled with a hope

That refused to die

No matter what the seasons

And the years would betide

No matter the tears that fell

From my weary eyes.

Hope kept languishing upon my brow

Until no truer words could be spoken

"It is my time now."

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The days of listening to naysayers 

Are all done and gone

For she has broken out of her shell

And her true colors have shown.

Knew she had it in her all of the time

She just had to have her confidence built

And  now she walks with assurance

Because it has been decreed that

"To blossom and shine, this is her time."

"Now mind you, meddle not with her

For I told you long ago that she was mine

She has been faithful in serving me 

No matter what came her way

Hats off to My servant, Alma

Her season of blessings begins today."

Thank You, Father, for allowing your favor to rest on me.

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Stepping On Jones (Grammy Alma)

Answers to yesterday's Poetry Pondering will be supplied at the end of the week to provide ample time for those who choose to send me answers to the questions posed.