Love, like mist

Yesterday morning, when I was sitting in worship, I had the feeling that love was spread across the fields like a low mist. In the field south of our house, which is planted in clover, turquoise sparks leapt up into the mist, and clear lights blinked and moved The field beyond our property line, to the south, is empty of plants. Perhaps it has already been planted in corn, although I was not around at the time to see the tractor go by. I was not aware of light dancing over those empty fields, but the love that lay over them was strong.

I believe that I'm supposed to tell people about the love I saw hanging wide and whole, over the land.

Now I have told you.