These Barren Fields – Jason Ramsey

These barren fields,
Wolf-grey coats of bark and
Dust, coarse lines bleeding
Trails, idle in stillness,
Parsed, perched,
Widows of breath,
Brittle as ash in wind
Sit slack-jawed, cold,
Hinterlands of impervious past.

Fields once green with
Life, sealed to drought,
Shielded by lushness,
Beauty, palpable energy,
Footprints, Hoof prints,
Sun-soaked stems and
Petals under dalliances of
bliss, impenetrable to
heaven’s prevailing winds

At long last burn – shimmers
Of light, heat, soft sparks
Glinting at night, radiate in
Glory as hunters’ souls fall
Dim. These barren fields,
Once fortresses, iron trestles,
Mastheads of solitude, now lay
Bare, soiled by sin, awash in
Blood splintered from their roots.

This poem was originally self-published on Jason’s own site, and can be viewed at:

Jason Ramsey is the founder and executive director of ALTARWORK, Inc. which publishes Christian writing, music and art. His own work can also be found on his newly live blog He’s a Michigan lifer, is married with five kids – including two sets of twins – and walks the tightrope of family, job, and ministry with both eagerness and unease. He holds a B.A. in English from Michigan State University, and gravitates towards mental health advocacy, social and religious equality, hard-life fiction, classical liturgy, and conundrums of the mind. Follow him on Twitter

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