The Greening

Green field in the night

They say the grass is greener
In that pasture over there
But a little birdie told me
That the greenest patch
Is right under our feet

Or under our head
As we lie on the grass
Gazing up at the healing moon
Counting heavenly constellations

That green patch beneath us
Grows greener with each touch
With each gift of love
Until that other pasture in the distance
Doesn’t seem so interesting at all

So nurture that grass beneath you
Water it every day
Give it the light it needs to grow

Even if, in the end, it dies,
We are forever changed by the process

—the giving
—the nurturing
—the loving
—the greening

©SpiritLed 2015


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