Walking Fields of Gold

hrough the fields of gold,

Softly brushing tops of wheat.

A beautiful sight to behold,

Smells, ever so sweet.

Thinking,

As life before me unfolds,

Knowing I️ can’t be beat,

For my faith I️ do hold,

Until my life hath complete.

Smelling,

Incense of fall around,

Wind blowing ever so gently,

Beauty falls upon the ground,

I am focused so intently.

Hearing,

Songs of birds to be found,

Singing together equivalently,

For in prayer for I️ am bound,

Speaking my sins so penitently.

© Christina M. Wilmes

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