We plow the fields and gather
Our Creator is forgiving, and His mercies endless. Each morning, the sun rises, bringing new light, hope, and sustenance to Creation. Each evening, it sets, bringing rest and the day's toil to a close. The world is the same for the good and the bad, the passionate and the indifferent, the beautiful and the ugly. The Creator seems to turn His eye away from the evils of the world. Creation must not take this for granted, for the Judge will appear, and wield His sword of justice. The wheat and chaff will be separated, and His precious harvest taken into protection. Woe to those who have poisoned His fields with slow-acting arsenic. They will be " handsomely" rewarded for their deeds.
