I spent some time in the middle of nowhere recently. I was reminded of this poem (sorry, but I don't know the author) that my sweet mom sent me last year.
There is really nothing I can add to the simple beauty of the message: Getting lost in creation helps us connect to the Creator.
Enjoy:
Out in the Fields With God
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God…
There is really nothing I can add to the simple beauty of the message: Getting lost in creation helps us connect to the Creator.
Enjoy:
Out in the Fields With God
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God…