How luscious is
Your pasture green
The fruit of simple seed
The grazing field
Of nourishment
On which the cows do feed
How beautiful
The touching be
Of mornings light new birth
The meeting place
One to receive
Of heaven’s grace on earth
It draws me in
Of colors deep
For my eyes to wonder
It comes to be
My dwelling place
For the soul to ponder
One of two views
Of feeding
Of earthly and divine
Grass filling their inside
Spirit filling mine
