Wildflower Fields (Poem)

I took a trip down to the end of the wildflower fields purple, red, blue, yellow, green I felt the light bloom inside my soul Saw the face of a God unknown He told me to be fruitful in the way things are In the way things winnow when they aren’t supposed to be I bathed in the rivers And drank from the springs Replenished my faith in the unseen I marveled at the beauty of a life less winding As I ‘came to’ in the world I loathe