Poetry Sunday ~ Fields of Green

Pss. 102: 7 I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.

Fields of Green

I no longer feel that I belong

I’m out on the farm all alone.

Washing over the fields so green

No more do I feel I’m my own.

I’m distant from the child I knew

The one who weathered the storms

I’m just a woman who day by day

Wakes up and mechanically performs.

My life was in the big city

Tall buildings; concrete domes

Paved roads and business mecca’s

Lined streets with towering homes.

Commotion was on every corner.

My mother and father were near.

I felt a part of a bloodline

Now no longer is anyone here.

Sure I’m made to feel family

I’m treated with love and care.

But often I feel an outsider

Not one secret worthy to share.

I’ll wallow here in self-pity,

While everyone's called to serve.

I’ll sit alone with fields of green

Wondering why I chose to swerve.

Poetry Sunday~ Lil Green Patch

Pss. 90: 6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
 

Ex. 23:20 Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.
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Lil Green Patch
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Where flowers in a field did prance
the moonglow perches ready to dance,
coyotes now howl, the elk they call
on the crux of the rising fall.

Spilling over are leaves on the lawn
silently I await the dawn.
Darkness lingers as frost gives rise
I wipe the stardust from the skies.

Little hearts all take a bow;
shooting stars kiss me somehow.
They reach across the open plain
sprinkle down like falling rain.

Drizzled in an earthly show
something grander is here, I know.
Within my mind I speak to them
give a little of all that I am.

An earthly angel they see in flight
to bear to them a heavenly light.
The heavens open in a fury
to Him I tend to give all glory.

Awakened now from this dream
everything is, as it would seem.
From the pages I dispatch,
the joy I found in a lil green patch.