Fields of our hearts

When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain,

Thy touch can call us back to life again.

Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again

Like wheat that springeth green.

                                                                                                    

                                                                                              - from a French carol


{Photograph taken - Memus, Angus - 5th February 2012 - Linda Stevens}