Angel Fields
I came across a field
But no crops did I find there
No seedling wheat
No harvest to reap
When autumn draws near
Neither is she an orchard
She has no fruit to bear
No rosy apples, no juicy pear
And although ringed with trees
The crow is the only bird
That I did stir
I came across a field
Where Christ stands
where angles cry
Their heads in hands
And where each year
God reaps the land