through fields of tall grass

through a field of tall grass poem by steven james humphreys

Somehow we must have lost our memory

why our souls were put into these bodies of ours…

but we were born knowing how to pray

and some of us knew exactly what to do

with the coming days of their lives

from the very start

yet when it comes to strolling

through fields of tall grass

watching the butterflies fly away

and birds gliding overhead

no one has to tell

he who fell in love

with what God made

that he’d done the right thing.


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