Poem of the Month...

A New Perspective
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Those 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 new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields of God.

(Yup, this is why I need a garden, so I can cast away my cares at the petunias or something. Honestly, this poem is more about convicting me than inspiring anyone! This is how I SHOULD feel, were I to rise above it all.)