Heaven on Earth

Slumbering farm.
Old, rickety barn harboring
Comatose cows. Freshly plowed, the smell of dirt
Almost hurts when it hits the nostrils.
Golden field at full yield: wheat, corn,
Barley, so high, so hardy, and yet so
Fragile; so prone to death, yet vital as
Breath is to life. First light; cock crowing,
Shattering silence. Everything
Growing, swaying in stillness. And
Up in the farmhouse, the rustle of bedclothes and
Clang of the skillet announce the tidings:
A new day! Let us
Fill it.

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