Dedicated to my father in law(Jan 19, 1932 - Sept 18, 1998)
At the end of the field stood a young farmer contemplating on what he should
do with it and the possibilities it could bring for him. Like the field, his
future lay brand new and the adventure still unwritten in the great book of
life. What should he plant, when would be the right time, and how great
would be the harvest at the end of the season. He didn't know, but had faith
in God and himself that with a lot of hard work and prayer that all would be
all right in the end so he didn't worry.
The seasons came and passed by..
The Farmer was alone and wanted a life partner to love and to share his
wealth. He wanted someone to talk to at the end of a long day of labor. He
wanted someone to share his bed and to bring children into the world to
carry on when he no longer could. He met a wonderful and beautiful young
woman who shared the same dreams as he, and also, had lots of patience and
understanding when he needed it. They married and shared the labors, and
yes when the time came, brought children into the world to love and to
raise with good morals and the same faith that carried them through the
darkest storms and the roughest roads of life. He taught them to think
carefully before acting, to be independent when it was necessary and always
have respect wherever they went and whomever they met.
The seasons came and passed by..
Times were not always easy and the money wasn't always there, but he made
sure they had food to eat and clothes to wear, and to be happy with what
life had brought them. He always believed the future would be brighter and
tomorrow would be a new start, and he never quit when he set out for a goal
he had in mind. He watched his children grow into adults and set off on
their own. He knew they would be alright, for he made them strong in their
mind, body, and soul.
The seasons came and passed by..
Then the Farmer stood with his wife at the end of the field and talked about
the future. They talked about the children they raised together and were
happy that they were succeeding in what paths they had chosen to take.
Eventually, they talked about the grandchildren that were being brought into
the world to carry on their dreams they had started so long ago. They talked
about watching the grandchildren growing up with the same morals and ideas they
had taught their own children and knew that they would be alright.
The seasons came and passed by..
There came a time that life began to move more slowly and it wasn't always
easy to get things done like it was when he was young, but he never quit
until daylight had left the sky or until he was done with his task. His
faith never wavered and he continued on even when his health wasn't at his
best. Sometimes, he needed help and his children or friends would pitch in
and help him to bring in the harvest.
The seasons came and passed by..
Then there came a day when the field stood empty and the plow stood still
silently rusting in the sun. The Farmer was no longer standing at the end of
this field wondering what to plant or when. He stood at another field with
God at his side, contemplating the questions of life and the possibilities of
eternity. He stood listening to his God talking to him, and at last, he felt
peace and rest.
The seasons stood forever still....
The field was silent once again, waiting for a young farmer with future
dreams and possibilities. At the end of the field stood a young farmer
contemplating on what he should do with it and the possibilities it could
bring for him. Like the field, his future lay brand new and the adventure
still unwritten in the great book of life. What should he plant, when would
be the right time, and how great would be the harvest at the end of the
season. He didn't know, but had faith in God and himself that with a lot of
hard work and prayer that things would be all right in the end, so he didn't
worry
The seasons came and passed by.
