For the past 25 years I have lived in the country-
treed lot, then wide open spaces with view of hills,
then wide open field with view of mountains.
For all my growing up years from when I can remember
until I was 18, I lived in the country
with the closest town consisting of
a small convenience store, an auto shop,
school and 3 churches.
Today I drove out into the country over rolling
hills, around swells and curves past barns
and fields. The sky was blue and the
day was lovely,
but I wept...
I have tried so hard to like and be happy in
town, to look out my window and see buildings
and railroad tracks and people passing
my home on the sidewalk.
But I am a country girl who loves nature
and the open sweetness of acres of
space to breathe.
And I weep...
for the hard reality of
what I have had to give up because
of the bad choices others have made
and the choice I made to leave, that I knew was
healthier than to stay.
I am blessed to have a home, a yard,
in a safe neighborhood, and I try to
be thankful for it each and every day
But today I wept for what I love most
and deep in my soul I crave, the country life.
Will there be fields of wildflowers and waving grass
in heaven? Will the breezes there smell of raspberries
just over the fence? Will I have time to walk
quietly alone there? Will the river of Life
be as lovely as the rivers here?
Will the tears I weep here be forgotten there?
I wait and I hope....