Alone in A Field

The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreau

stocksy

hand me a dollar

i'll give you back a dime

lend me a minute

i'll credit you eternal time

show me love

i'll build you a shrine

sow me a seed

i'll grow whatever you need

make me laugh and feed my soul

infuse me with joy before i'm too old

guide me where angels gather to dance

help me give faith a fighting chance

make the crazy cunning demons flee

quickly

before there's nothing left of me

Author's Note

“Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.” - Thoreau