How Sweet the Yield

How Sweet the Yield 

from

a Fertile Field

The farmer ploughs through

the fields of green

And the blade of the plough

is sharp and keen,

But the seed must be sown

to bring forth grain,

For nothing is born

without suffering and pain -

And God never ploughs 

in the soul of man

Without intention

and purpose and plan,

So whenever you feel

the plough's sharp blade

Let not your heart 

be sorely afraid

For, like the farmer,

God chooses a field

From which He expects

an excellent yield -
So rejoice though your heart

is broken in two,

God seeks to bring forth

a rich harvest in you.

by Helen Steiner Rice