Dear Mr. Carlton DeWitt,
I thought this “Harvest” Prayer would be an appropriate publication.
Please be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of the Creator. And none can say why some fields blossom while others lay brown beneath the harvest sun. Take hope that your season will come. Share the joy of those whose season is at hand. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made.
Give in any way you can. Give in every way you can. Give whatever you possess. Give from your heart. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for the size of your harvest than for how it is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.
– Anonymous 17th Century Sermon