Torn Fields Turning

photo by the author

I’m encouraged in a space I shouldn’t be encouraged. Though, I am.

A softness of light is surrounded by the voices of saints, on a battlefield where the smoke of war is dissipating.

The green shades of the grass are again meeting the light. I can touch every blade with my eyes.

I can feel the wind through the leaves on the trees in the distance. As God’s breath on the contours of my heart.