Fields of content

Fields of Content

Your driving a road,

or walking a path

Not really mindful

of where your at.

You've made this trip

so many times before

that now it has evolved

into a gigantic boar

The wipers on the windshield

continue their beat

there's dew on the grass

that clings to your feet

The summer storm

that just went through

left a chill in the air and

for some unknown reason

you begin to care

You look to the sky

the sunset you see

The meadows before you

beckon you come

see beauty unrivaled

guided by the setting sun

The fields awash with colors revived

each complementing the other

while they strive

to make the most

out of being alive.

The air so full of unrecognized scents

the fertile soil, the grass and trees

lend their bouquet to the wafting breeze

Your senses run amok

with no end in sight

your wishing this vision

would not fade to the night

You vow at this time

never again

to let complacency command

that which you see

and overshadow the beauty

that was meant to be

Take off your shoes

roll in the grass

breathe deep the air

release your care

Let contentment sink in

and wash away your stress

Give your soul that hurts

a chance to rest

Go to the stream in the center

quench your thirst

sit quietly, listen

as the breeze plays the trees

Watch the butterflies

hither and yon

dance with the petals

without a song

Know the touch of the Creator

who did His best

to give us all a place to rest

The fields of content

are ours to use

to spend time with Him

whenever we choose.