The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees.
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I found this poem while I was visiting Peggy’s Daybook site the other day and just had to print it out to read over and over again. It is so true that getting out into God’s world and sitting amidst His creation gets our perspective right again and He has so much to teach us about Himself this way. I think this is one of the reasons I like to sit on my front porch when the weather allows and just drink in the beauty and glory of His work – which ends up refreshing my soul every time.
It will be another lovely day here today, so I think that I will be sitting in that rocker on the front porch while the children play and explore.
Blessings,
Nancy
I’m gonna post that poem, too. It’s perfect. And she’s one of my ancestors…who’da thunk?
You have the life I dreamed about, Nancy. So thankful God has blessed you with overflowing bounty!
Love you.