And the bloom, and the bees, and the ears of the wheat ,
And the azure, and sun’s midday hot …
In due course God will summon his prodigal son,
“Did you revel in your earthly abode?”
And forget I will all – only this to remember -
The field paths ‘mid the grass and the wheat –
Not being able to answer because of sweet tears,
Throwing me to His merciful feet.
VP 24/02/2010