In Fields

Though I walk through valleys And yet I do fear although I should not when the silence is Beating down inside my head When scorn turns to shame Turns to tears...that wash away Something I cannot clean When questions receive no answers And time breeds nothing but Unrelenting pain And so I walk in fields Where my father's hands have plowed Searching without knowing To follow a voice I cannot hear And yet I know there is A voice somewhere inside out There is someone else there I know and yet I can't When lovely pain turns to gold Turns to alabaster sunshine Something I cannot see When answers are elusive And unexpected overcoming Like the spring and the rain And so I walk in fields Written in the lines of someone's hand Searching without knowing Yet slowly drawing near