Walking
along wheat fields
Golden
grain ready for harvest
Plump
heads of healthy wheat
Bowing
in the wind
It
gives a vision of waves
Planted
in the late winter
While
the ground is cool
The
seeds rest for a time
Preparing
to germinate
Some
sunshine and rain
Warmer
weather, too
The
seed begins to grow
Until
the field is full of green
I
marvel at this simple process
The
growing cycle of the earth
Production
of food
A
blessing to all creatures
Not
only is the grain grown
There
is also a habitat for small creatures
Which
also become food for prairie hawks
Or
a coyote or two
A
microcosm of life
For
God’s creatures
It
is a wondrous thing
He
thought of provision for all his creation
Thank
you, Father, for all this
You
have given us so much
You’ve
blessed us beyond measure
I
bow down like the wheat, in awe of you
