Out in the Fields with God

One of the joys of staying at my in-laws' is getting to wander through their acreage and enjoy the stillness and peace that comes from being surrounded by nature.  Yesterday, on one such wander, I remembered a poem that I loved as a child and I thought I would share it with you. 

Out in the Fields with God
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might pass,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the hushing of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born -
Out in the fields with God.