In the Waving Corn

in the waving of the corn In waves of corn maturing Within the fields of wheat Anguished crosses of which we bare to truth needs telling before life’s alters comming Silence broken before its dawn freed its travelers in well of thirsty burning released anew in their callings Destinations that are to come still half dreaming yet still awake hearts restored within life’s beginnings Distilled and pure candles glowing shadows cast wavering light gently flickers peace unfolding within its past