We picked up hay tonight.

Such a mediocre task but filled with so much romance.

The sweet hay-smell.

The ringing laughter of the children.

The family dog, trotting behind.

The baby, delighted to “help” drive.

The moon rises with the rising of the hay on the trailer.

I drive home in the gathering dusk my fingers tingling where the ropes have rubbed them raw.

And sweet clean water from the spring washes away the memory of my aching feet.

2 thoughts on “Out in the Field with God

  1. The Little Cares
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    The little cares that fretted me,
    I lost them yesterday
    Among the fields above the sea,
    Among the winds at play;
    Among the lowing of the herds,
    The rustling of the trees,
    Among the singing of the birds,
    The humming of the bees.

    The foolish fears of what may come–
    I cast them all away
    Among the clover-scented grass,
    Among the new-mown hay;
    Among the husking of the corn
    Where drowsy poppies nod,
    Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
    Out in the fields with God.


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