The New Land

The plowman seeks out the land in this vast time from dawn to dusk looking for the right mixture of soil that he might produce a harvest but with his own knowledge it is hopeless for he plows and plants the field with all looking promising then it withers nothing working as he had planned as the thorns and stones continue to deminish while the birds flock down to devour the seeds He presses on to reach his goal trying all the wasted land moving from spot to spot Many will tell him look there it is or here it is plant now for in a few months there is harvest he presses on day by day at last he stumbles across a new land knowing this is not cultivated from hands of man that had been hidden from his carnal mind now being unveiled unto his broken and humble heart the beauty has left him in awe for even the trees and sky show life he cant believe this hidden treasure for it is in full harvest from beginning to end life is evident with his new vision which shines the light on all that lies in darkness gaining knowledge that he shall fast from the ways of the world and abide in the new land to be engrafted within that he might become one with the living and the living one with him to show love