Our Father’s Field

I’ve been reading the poetry of Wendell Berry lately. It’s inspiring and causes me to slow down, hang on every word, and appreciate this form of art. While I don’t consider myself a poet, I used to write song lyrics and found great pleasure in doing so. And while I believe lyrics and poems are different forms of writing, I think they’re closely related.

I haven’t been inspired to write the kind of articles that normally appear on this site. Therefore, I tried my hand at poetry. In many respects, I was completely out of my element. Yet, the crafting of these words was quite enjoyable. It felt poetic.

This poem is called Our Father’s Field.

A pastel,
A dazzling display
We gather then scatter like seashells.

A moonlight,
A darling dilemma
What movements that moment we came. 

Now fall back. Set the land on fire!
A dazzling display

Nothing to gain here 
Nothing to lose

Let's dance like wheat in our father's field.