The Fields of Righteousness
The Fields of Righteousness Plowed with a hand that turns not back A higher plain of consciousness And a harvest of understanding it does not lack The rains fell in the spring The sun shown in summer All day long the workers sing For the diligent seldom slumber Grapes for wine Olives for oil If we take our time Patience won't spoil The earth was tilled and watered And in the soil a seed was sown Yet in its branches no fruit was offered For the tree had not fully grown Time and times and half a time Then a few buds were seen As God Himself had drawn a line Through the banks of a living stream Then the juice of meditation Ran down to the roots red and ruddy For the tree had matured through application ​Just as a man's wisdom is the fruit of study