It is easy to take for granted the bounty that is laid in front of us; lush green fields, leafy forests, and clear, flowing rivers.
I once read a story about a person getting to Heaven and being shown a picture of a beautiful land. When he asked where this amazing place was, a passing Angel told him it was the world he had just left.
We could search the world over looking for a special field of diamonds, only to find it was underneath our feet all along.
I dreamed I met a stranger,
His eyes were very kind,
He looked upon me standing near
As if he could read my mind.
He didn’t ask me who I was
Or why I had come this way,
But I was happy to hang out
And pass the time of day.
As the night was drawing in,
He handed me a book
With heavy covers edged in gold
And I was compelled to take a look.
As I turned the many pages
The pictures made me sigh,
For they spilled the beauty of the ages
A thousand years gone by.
There were forests of majestic trees;
I could almost breathe the air
That filtered through the very leaves
That grew and flourished there.
Rivers flowed throughout the land
Until they met the sea,
Waves rushed in to meet the sand
And the birds soared wild and free.
And plenitude and abundance
Was there for me to see,
In the rosy coloured apples
And the buzzing honey bee.
And as the land was laid before me
Like a treasured map of old,
I longed to find this blessed place,
See the mystery unfold.
But the kindly stranger looked at me
With wisdom and with grace
And said I wouldn’t need directions
To lead me to this place.
He urged me to open my weary eyes
Really look about, and see
That it was my own field of diamonds
That was laid in front of me.
© Lyn Halvorsen
Blessings to you.