Walking through the Cornfields

One sabbath while Jesus was going through the cornfields, his disciples plucked some heads of grain, rubbed them in their hands, and ate them. But some of the Pharisees said, ‘Why are you doing what is not lawful on the sabbath?’ Jesus answered, ‘Have you not read what David did when he and his companions were hungry? He entered the house of God and took and ate the bread of the Presence, which it is not lawful for any but the priests to eat, and gave some to his companions?’ Then he said to them, ‘The Son of Man is lord of the sabbath.’
 On another sabbath he entered the synagogue and taught, and there was a man there whose right hand was withered. The scribes and the Pharisees watched him to see whether he would cure on the sabbath, so that they might find an accusation against him. Even though he knew what they were thinking, he said to the man who had the withered hand, ‘Come and stand here.’ He got up and stood there. Then Jesus said to them, ‘I ask you, is it lawful to do good or to do harm on the sabbath, to save life or to destroy it?’ After looking around at all of them, he said to him, ‘Stretch out your hand.’ He did so, and his hand was restored. But they were filled with fury and discussed with one another what they might do to Jesus. Luke 6:1-11

 Walking through the Cornfields

There is nothing in the field this Sunday
snow like powder shaken over it
the field awaits more sun and heat
this early spring field awaits it's courage.

The broken and the sorrowful wait
the winter's over now they show themselves
but the cold and bitterness linger
and they wonder whether there is an answer.

We have looked over the sore spot all winter
wondering if life can ever be restored
we have hidden from the constant storms
tenuously venturing again outside.

There is birdsong on the morning breeze
and the cold tree limbs are brushed with color
life is coming again to this now barren land
and there will be plenty abundance.

We will listen in the night and not fear
for the spell of evil has been broken
God's loving warmth draws ever near
and blankets us against all cold.