Fallow Field



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Our minds are like the fallow field

Overgrown when left on their own

The truth of ourselves unrevealed

In all the brambles time has grown

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The lesser die, the greater thrive

In the potpourri of our minds

Weeds and flowers are both alive

One is just much easier to find

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Farmers with plows each season

Turn under the rooted earth

New, rich soil is the very reason

The field has inherent worth

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Change is how we find the good

With the coming of each new spring

If we plant the seeds we should

The yield can be inspiring

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So, tend your field, steward well

Nothing grows when left untilled

Change is where new thoughts dwell

And fallow dreams left unfulfilled

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Comments
11 Responses to “Fallow Field”
  1. beth says:

    this is such a hopeful, beautiful poem

  2. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful, inspirational poem. we need to be on the lookout for opportunities to grow..

  3. Beautiful verses my friend! Where there’s hope there’s faith…
    All the best,
    F.

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    Great message! We need to take care of our minds as much as our bodies.

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad this is so touching and beautiful. Such a wonderful message of hope to lift everyoneโ€™s spirits, plus so true. Such a beautiful post. Sending love and holiday blessings my friend. Lots of warm hugs. ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’•โค๏ธ๐Ÿฆ‹

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