OT: Inspiring poetry
I can relate to this (altho’ not really the last line, as I haven’t decided yet
on God yet), but everytime I go hiking in the foothills that surround Mt. Diablo
State Park (which I am lucky enough to live right by), I feel all my cares
leaving me. At least, for a while! — Diane.
A New Perspective - by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what
may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking
of the corn
Where the drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die
and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.”