God waves like wheat

Watching from the train
as the world speeds by,
I drink from the cup
of summer fields,
glowing in light's embrace;
taste the sweet blue warmth of sky,
roll the clouds on my tongue;
imagine the farmer
stepping from his shed
with scythe in hand...
 God waves like wheat
in a field of wind.


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