Hidding in the Wheat Fields

There was a field of yellow stalks
     Wheat all around me--
Villages behind me and the sun before me
And I didn't understand
What I was doing there...
Bare feet and water in baskets
     Moving in the heat
But I couldn't slow down to watch,
I had to keep running--
They were coming for me,
I felt their shadow on my heels
     Dark--but not like my skin...
These strange people chasing me.
My feet took me
Somewhere in the wheat fields
Blurry visions of gold and brown
Twisting and turning beneath the stalks
Past turbaned heads and dark bodies
Faces, I wished I could stop to see
     And I knew they were my people,
          They knew me.
But I kept running,
     Running for my life.

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Author Image Author Image I love reading the Word of God. With prayer God's Word reveals so much: from comfort to temperance, from perspective to affirmation. Digging into the depths of the Word, cross-referencing history, language and time differences, is a passion of mine. In March of 2015 I decided to go back through the Bible doing an in depth study on each section I read. Eventually I decided to share my journal of notes as I partake in this journey. I hope you are blessed by God and inspired to pursue a deeper relationship with Him. I love reading and learning about God, nature, and science. I am interested in how it all connects. The Creator's fingerprints are all over his creation. We can learn so much about Him and how we came to be by exploring the world around us. Join me as I explore the world and draw closer to the One who created it all.
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