A FIELD OF MUSIC

When I was young I would

spend a large amount of time

walking between the rows of corn,

listening to the wind as it made those

melodic sounds.

When I became an adult, I remembered

those sounds. I discovered that it contained

the violin, piano and the heavenly harp

that produced soft melodies.

I didn't recall loud horns or big drums. I

remembered that the music flowed evenly. I

recalled asking myself how was this possible.

From above the clouds a voice shouted!

Your mind was in tune to the musical instruments

of nature, a symphony I had created just for you.

As a child your mind was clear and pure which

allowed Me to commune with you through

a field of music.

It is good that your spirit has remembered Me. I

continue to walk with you down the corn rows

of life.