OUT IN THE FIELDS

Words of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“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.”

ART: “Finding My Way” 2022