Fall in a Field

 

-------Fall in a Field-------

 

Barefoot 

walking

 

Through chicory and clover

 

Picking flowers 

between 

my toes

 

At the time 

of year

 

The fields start turning

 

And time

begins

to slow.

 

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Whisper Wind

 

-------Whisper Wind-------

 

The White 

Birch leaves

 

Make a sound 

like the river

 

On a cool 

morning

 

In the mid 

of August

 

When Autumn 

comes whispering in.

 

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Soft Light

 

-------Soft Light-------

 

"Take a breather,"

 

The kale leaves 

at midday 

tell me.

 

"Rest now,

while the sun is high.

 

And as it wanes,

when the birds begin

to sing again,

 

Come back 

into the fields,

 

Into 

the soft 

light,

 

Of this harvest season."

 

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Giving Thanks

 

-------Giving Thanks-------

 

Moving 

in the call 

of my vocation

 

I dig

and I 

plant seeds

 

Like the players who play 

to entertain 

Creator

 

Giving thanks 

with my body 

to the Earth.

 

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Purpose

 

-------Purpose-------

 

A thought moved through me

while weeding in the carrots

 

That the work we do in this world

 

On the surface 

above the ground

 

Is in service to something deeper,

 

Underneath, 

that sweetens

 

When its leaves are given room to grow.

 

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Upon Me Too

 

-------Upon Me Too-------

 

The righteous 

laughter 

of rain on leaves

 

Awakens joy 

within me

 

A deep down 

kind 

of healing

 

As if the land 

relieved from drought

 

Returns a peace 

upon me 

too.

 

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Thinning

 

-------Thinning-------

 

It is a positive thing

I feel

 

The process 

that some call thinning

 

For if love is in

the gardeners heart

 

And care 

upon their hands

 

There is no such thing

as taking away

 

Only making 

room

 

For something 

more to grow.

 

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