Saturday Poetry Corner: Out In The Fields With God

 

"For you shall go out from the spiritual exile cause by sin and evil into the
 homeland with joy and be led forth by your Leader, the Lord Himself, and
 His word with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth before
you in singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress tree, and instead of the brier
shall come up the myrtle tree; and it shall be to the Lord for a name of 
 renown, for an everlasting sign of jubilant exaltation and memorial to
 His praise which shall not be cut off."
(Isaiah 55:12-13)

Meadow by the sea in Ireland

Photograph courtesy/luisacomar.com.br

The little cares that fretted me

I lost them yesterday,

Among the fields, above the sea,

Among the winds at play;

Among the lowering 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 rustling of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born

Out in the fields with God.

"Out In The Fields With God"

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
English poetess of the Victorian era
Wife of poet Robert Browning