It is good for the farmers heart to rest
to lay down spade and hay
to remove himself from weeds lush
mud muck, the endless ripening,
the wilting, the worry work,
lengthening days of ache
Come instead to his quiet
growing land
where man refrains from toil
takes a lesson from the sabbath soil
He comes and tends while we are
asleep and unaware
he comes with strong arms
sweaty brow
providing hand
taking load off
giving us all the this healing land
Here we cannot work
we only sit, watch all grow
and in the morning
how? we do not know
there lay at the table
a feast for us
all fruit of his quiet unseen work.
