"...imbued with emotional power." - KCUR/NPR (Kansas City)

Iowa

A fallow furrowed field in the Christmas morning mist
Deep rich black as far as the eye can see
We are in the Heartland
And this land is in our hearts
This sacred Earth, our sacred hearts
Still, quiet, peaceful, fertile
Stirring below with all the energy of Heaven
Of Sun and Moon, rain and stars
Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, Mars
So the field, so my soul
Sow the field, sow my soul

Gentle, submissive, yielding, receptive
Lasting, firm, harrowed, humble
So the field, so my soul
Sow the field, sow my soul

In the center dig a hole, a large hole
And in it bury all that never was
And all that never will be
All that heavy weighed and wasted
All that bound and burned and burdened
All that stole and took and shredded
All that wept and shook and trembled
Let it die and decompose
Let it feed what newly grows
To rise, to bloom, to fruit, to sing
To bless the ground, declaim the sky
So the field, so my soul
Sow the field, sow my soul