Find Me In These Fields
I’ve moved to Substack where I hope to revive some of what I used to do here.
You can find me in these fields.
Find me in these fields alone,
Crusted with the salt of my ways,
Rinse me with the motion of sweet water,
The silky rush of Your cleansing stream.
I turn my eyes toward the Son,
And a vision of a world yet to be,
When hope will be awarded living substance
And Heaven kisses Earth in reply.
I face the fog in the Autumn,
The midnight moon weaving her chain.
You trace me deep in this valley
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me.
~Phil Keaggy
I hope to see you there.
Blessings,
BZ
(The photo is of Peri and me in Ephesus last month.)