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
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2013
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