In the Fields of the Lord

The swirling snow fills my being,
     Touches my face and makes me sing.
A world of snow before us… See:
      A vision granted for my friend and me.
Stepping into Wonderland,
     Full of surprises, adventure at hand!
Come, my dear friend, let us play
     In the fields of the Lord,
     We are children of the Lord.

Eating snow, rolling in snow,
     No place to stay, no place to go.
Laughing and dancing in endless glee,
     Shouting the message to every tree!
A message of True love:
     Reconciling below and above.
The message of one born again
     In the fields of the Lord,
     We are children of the Lord.

          Totally alive!
          Ever fresh and new…
          Purity sublime!
          Our hearts are shining clear and true,
          Our hearts are shining true.

Gliding through a peaceful place,
     Warm and secure and full of Grace.
Gazing at a lake of frozen crystal,
     The hills they whisper unceasingly.
Whispering of True love,
     Bringing together below and above.
We hear the holy secret
     In the fields of the Lord,
     We are children of the Lord.

Ananda Sky
February 1993