In the field where the white flowers grow...

Authenticity the desire deep inside,
That the skies would open, and release me from the corner that I hide

And let Light drench these fields
Where the white flowers lie
That perhaps this time we might lay down our shields
And let honesty reside, in this pasture of the most high

Hills that proclaim and voices now raised
Birds that sore , clouds now unhazed
In this valley of the Vision, where we find ourself amazed


Authenticity the desire deep inside,
That the skies would open, and release me from the corner that I hide

And in the place where the white flowers grow
God began to tell the evermore
Where something quite wonderful has come forth
Secretley in the hills of the east-north

In the field where the white flowers grow...

JG

-photo courtesy of Tom