Fallow Fields

The fields of my life lie fallow.
Seemingly nothing happens in this landscape.
Underneath the silently bleak surface,
Deep undercover of the dark soil,
Unseen – my spirit rests.

The relentless rhythm of activity halted.
Years of toil stilled.

The earth cold and clogged down,
Protects me from running slowly on empty,
From harvesting endless, new opportunities.

Alone, in steadfast, patient fortitude,
I am rooted in this underground renewal.
Trusting that as time slowly passes,
The green shoots of my replenished life
Will finally begin to appear.