Fallow Fields

Barren fields

Let fields lie fallow for a time.
Let sown-weary soil rest for a season.
For even the most fertile field may come
to poor harvest if plowed and tilled too often.

Allow the healing Wind to do its work;
blow across the tired ground long suffering,
its gusts gathering up useless weed and chaff,
grinding into dust that which offers no yield.

And in the fullness of time and season,
plow and till soil refreshed and willing.
Spread new seed along rut and furrow,
then wait and pray for the sacred rain.


© 2017 Richard Keith Carlton


3 thoughts on “Fallow Fields

  1. Hey amigo ,
    It has been a while . I live near the river in Crystal City now and continue to paint and marvel ( and sometimes tremble ) at the mystery of it all . As crazy as the world appears I try to remember that there’s nothing new under the sun . Of course it’s still good to be grateful for what’s beneath the sun and I try to see it that way .

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