This poem was offered in the latest issue of Coming Home. I thought it deserved a to be highlighted.
There Is a Field
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
That field is simply known as the “Ball Field”, but don’t let that simple name fool you. This is a magical place, a “thin place”, as the Celts would say. Early, on a clear morning from its center you can watch the world wake up, come alive, as the deep purple of night gives way to the golden glow of first light. Signs of life grow exponentially as the sun breaks the horizon.
As day comes into full being a few or more children of all ages and a ball transforms the field. It comes alive and vibrates with energy in all directions. Everything in motion. The sound of voices full of energy ring out. And the games are played.
As evening approaches a hush comes over the field. The telescope is readied as darkness descends. That which was hidden by our Sun’s glare all day begins to show itself. With full darkness the Cosmos in all its glory reveals itself. There, before us is our Home, the Milky Way Galaxy and beyond. Rejoice and be glad in it, for this is what the Lord has made.
by Dickson Yeager, long time Ranch supporter and our guide to the night sky.