Field of Dreams

Field of DreamsWhen will the winds of time
Blow softly on my face
When will the meadow flowers
Bow with fragrance interlaced

Sweet perfume, it beckons forth
And has me lay down yonder
Upon the grassy dew soaked knolls
Closing my eyes, His Word, I ponder

Shades of red with blackened hearts
White with centres of sunshine
Blades of strength and trees of grandeur
I read Love’s story and know He’s all mine

How can I drink of this eternal story
Birds of flight call out joyfully from waving trees
Everywhere I look, His easel declares it
Butterflies scatter and part the now comforting breeze

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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