A Song From Sylvan

The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday

Among the fields above the sea,

Among the winds at play;

Among the lowing herds,

The rustling of the trees,

Among the singing birds,

The humming of the bees.

The fears of what may come to pass,

I cast them all away,

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the new-mown hay:

Among the husking of the corn,

Where the drowsy poppies nod, 

Where ill thoughts die and good are born,          

Out in the fields with God.

Louise Imogen Guiney.

    “Today as I was practicing mindfulness, I became aware of a feeling of great peace inside me. I realized at that moment in time, I had a day that was golden, a day I could spend any way I wanted.. I experienced serenity because of the gift I had been given. This poem came to mind, for it described the moment perfectly.”

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