Although Fertile Were the Fields
Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
Barren evermore.
Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
Yields neither fruit nor flower.
Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
Is it the perception of ourselves by others
Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
Although tertile were the fields I plowed
That self-same earth lies batrren now;
Barren evermore.
Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
Yields neither fruit nor flower.
Copyright © Heather Chernen | Year Posted 2007
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