What Field art Thou made of???

As the sun pass on
The realms of the cloud
And the rain penetrate
Through to the son of man
From the pages of the scriptures
The water that poured forth
Cast seeds on the different fields
Made with the hands of man

The fields on the thorny side
Couldn’t do much with the
seeds of water sprinkled
As the thorns choked life
Out of the young creatures
In the territory of the hearts

The fields on the Rocky side
Nay, the ‘retainment’ neither not
For the plants spread across the fields
And it withers away leaving
Bones within the graves

The fields on the fertile side
Happily rejoiced on the
Touch of the seeds of rain
bringing Forth sweet vine in her merriment For the cheery heart
laid at rest waiting for harvest


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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