Out in the Fields with God

Out in the Fields of 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 may 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.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

 

Photo:

Yunnan, China

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