Fallow Field


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


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


Farmers with plows each season

Turn under the rooted earth

New, rich soil is the very reason

The field has inherent worth


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


So, tend your field, steward well

Nothing grows when left untilled

Change is where new thoughts dwell

And fallow dreams left unfulfilled


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. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

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

  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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