Sunday, April 5, 2015

Fields of Our Hearts

Single blossoms in glass milk bottles,
photographed late last summer (August 2014)
at the Indiana State Fair in Indianapolis.

On this Easter Day, the trees remain bare, and the daffodils have yet to appear, but the seedlings are outgrowing their starter pods. The cylce begins again . . .
Now the Green Blade Riseth
Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. . . .

When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

Lyrics byJohn M. C. Crum
in the Ox­ford Book of Car­ols, 1928.

Gerry's Handiwork

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