Opportunity

OPPORTUNITY


The fields are wide and green --

Wide as the rolling


Slimness of foam that limns the ocean’s endless edge;

Green as the copious vibrance of spring-fed waters;

Green as the waving turrets of trees in summer woods.


The fields are beckoning –

Fruitful fields with their


Fertile mouths lifted to your touch; hungry fields,

Avid for the irrigation of blood:

Young blood, happy blood, holy blood – your blood!


Spread your scythe gently

Over the rough grasses;

Over the fruitful, hungry fields;

Spread your scythe slowly –

Temper your stroke

With thoughtful, tender rhythm –

The beckoning fields are wide and green!

Evelyn Coffey