Sip of joy

Beloved, we give thanks:
For those who plow and plant,
those who harvest
and those who harbor
the promise of the day when all shall eat and be satisfied.

We give thanks:
For the day when all go out in joy
and are led back in peace,
the hills bursting in song, the trees in applause.

On that day no backs
shall bend in stress,
no arms ache or hands callous,
nor shirts drench in sweat,
with the bounty bound for the tables
of those whose eyes already swell out in fatness.

May that day mark the end of those
with no ears for the tears of distress,
with no pity on the forlorn,
scorning desolated souls
who cower and genuflect
in hopes of a morsel of bread and a sip of joy.

©Ken Sehested @ Inspired by Psalm 73:7 & Isaiah 55:12.