Father of the Field

For a moment in the awesome wild

A field of fertile thoughts arose

A father . . . Tenderly with child

Was laced with Heaven's Light that glows

As he, as even he this beast

Seemed knowing Whispered Light had shined

A gentle breeze then from the East

Blew soft through windows of the mind

The Soul of Earth had joined as one

With Nature's Voice to be not sealed

To speak with Light . . . Oh Mighty Son

Our greatest Father of the Field

Your Peace will reign a thousand years

And every trace of life will know

For having wiped away our tears

To You, all praise . . . Our words will flow

Amen

Michael