The Fallow

A man stood up in a field, he was dirty and his hair matted
Her smile met his, and she and this homeless man chatted

Where did you come from sir she asked already knowing
Well I lost a boot and was searching, the girl smiled sowing

Seeds of love for some might need planting like a flower
Grateful she had passed that fallow at such precise an hour

She offered happily to buy lunch for this man of many years
Trying to overlook how thin he seemed she fought back tears

She asked if she could give him a hug as she looked into his eyes
Cobalt blue and clear his gaze as he said, oh yes, it was no surprise

Wrapping her arms around him tight and squeezing with such love
Not a coincidence she felt his spirit, this being was from above

Ahead of her now she could see an intense glow around the man
Blessed by his presence, she knew she had touched an angel’s hand

We never know when a guest of Our Great Lord we may be greeting
Be gentle to one another for this opportunity from God is fleeting

Written by Joni on 03/24/20 – Photo by Joni

Hebrews 13:1-2 1 Continue in brotherly love. 2 Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.
“The Fallow” is a simple poem, but it is about an experience I had while living just outside of Seattle. While walking on a beautiful sunny day with a slight breeze in the air, I felt a sudden surge of happiness. I saw a man beginning to stand up within the bush of an unplanted field. It was as if I could sense that this old, thin man with such a fantastic smile was special. Offering to walk with him to a restaurant nearby to buy him lunch, he told me kindly that he wasn’t hungry. When I had asked if there was anything I could do for him, his smile grew more profound. He declined. I felt drawn to him the way one does to a Gardenia; that scent is so strong you must touch, feel, and smell it. When I asked him if I could please hug him, he told me he would like that. I held him for a few more seconds then perhaps I should have, but I knew he was unique, and he certainly was.  Love Joni

16 thoughts on “The Fallow

  1. Hello Joni, what a beautiful poem! What a beautiful thought, intention, way of doing things…Your photographs are quite stunning too! Stay well my dear friend, you and your family…lots of love, peace and wishes for good health always, from Valencia,
    Francisco

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  2. WOW, Joni, what a beautiful poem. It touched my soul deeply. Spreading love and blessings is a very precious gift. And this is what your poem does. This is what your beautiful soul does.
    “Wrapping her arms around him tight and squeezing with such love
    Not a coincidence she felt his spirit, this being was from above”
    Gorgeous lines honeybun. You are so talented.
    May your evening be filled with love and your morning with the scents of flowers.
    Thousand hugs.
    G.

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    1. Thank you for your kind and encouraging words Button. That experience was a blessing for me. It is nice to hear from you. Stay safe and blessed. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I like the idea of smelling flowers this morning. Gardenias would be nice, they smell so divine. Have a safe and blessed day. Love you Joni

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    1. Thank you sweet friend. Yes you did. That is a nice area. Please be careful my friend. My daughter is in Kirkland and I know things are difficult there. I am glad you are writing and staying safe and busy. Take care and I am praying for you. Love πŸ’• Joni

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      1. Ahh, thanks for reminding me your daughter is nearby, in my area πŸ™‚ And thank you for your prayers–I have no worries about my own health and safety, feel very secure in God’s protection. I’m a homebody–only go out for groceries πŸ™‚ My love and prayers for you continue, Joni ❀

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    1. You are so welcome. Please don’t be so hard on yourself I am sure you are a beautiful person, anyone who hugs trees must be. I am so glad you liked my poem. That experience was a blessing to me from God of that I am sure. Love you and there is nothing wrong with staying close to a mother’s apron. What a blessing. Love you sweetie. πŸ’•πŸ’• Joni

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