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 happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Each Spring I feel the rebirth in my soul as the flowers, trees, and grasses come to life. This year I have needed time alone with God among the fields, but the ability isn’t with me anymore. I don’t last on a nature walk, so I’ve brought nature closer to home. In the past my yard has been my oasis, but this year I’m in a third-floor apartment with a cozy balcony among the treetops. I have crammed my pots full of flowers and most enjoy the evenings when the shade has covered my chair and I can sit and talk with God. Meeting with Him among His creation…I think I would have loved knowing Mrs. Browning. Someday, in heaven, I’ll meet her and we’ll figure out the relational connection. Great great great great great great aunt or grandmother…??? Until then, I truly do enjoy connecting through her poetry…and her faith.
You will live in joy and peace.
The mountains and hills will burst into song,
And the trees of the field will clap their hands!
Where once there were thorns, cypress trees will grow.
Where briers grew, myrtles will sprout up.
This miracle will bring great honor to the LORD’s name;
It will be an everlasting sign of His power and love.