Winter Fields

Like the field turned over
And left with nothing
In the long, cold winter,
So my soul lies in wait,
Barren, with only dim light
Like an eclipse of the Son
Shielding You from my eyes.

I wait for Your warmth and Light
Through the cold darkness.
My earth that sprang forth with life
Has been turned over
And lies barren.

But in this time of rest
The seeds await
Buried deep in the darkness
Awaiting the Light
To set them free
And stir in them new life.

12/7-8/2009

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