Poetry “God’s Farmer”

I am not what would be defined as a religious type person, however faced with adversity and the curve balls in life, I find it amazing that we call out to God. Whether it be in a moment of terror or ecstasy, we tend to start our sentences with “Oh God”.

Growing up on a small farm in the middle of really nowhere, I found myself searching for somewhere.  I saw and felt the tribulations and trials of trying to make a living on a small farm.  The weather, commodity prices, and other factors threatened our very existence.

This poem is about just that.  Calling to God when you are at the end of path, not realizing there is a door open, waiting for you to walk through it.

Thank you for taking a look at God and His Farmer.