A Little Bit of Land

I thought I'd share something with you today that means a lot to me.  It's a poem I cut out of a magazine, can't remember which one, a little while back.  When I read it I connected with it so much because it was my exact thoughts put down on paper by someone else.  It made me a little sad because this was back in the day we were still living on our little slice of suburbia and the dream of farm life was beginning to feel hopeless.  I couldn't understand why God kept saying no to such a simple dream.  Little did I know it was right around the corner.

A Little Bit of Land

A little bit of land is all I ask,

just a small place to call my own

where I can put down roots, so deep, 

Grandchildren will still call it home.

Is it so much to ask, a lane of trees,

bringing birdsong and colored leaves

a grape arbor, roses beyond,

sweet lilacs holding in their arms,

the lawn tulips and yellow daffodil,

spattered up and down the cedar hill

cool gurgling brook, the brush beyond,

sheltering grouse and sage and shy deer?

Oh aching heart, hungry hungry soul

what little bit to make a grateful whole.

I would not bruise the land, tear it apart

but keep it blooming with a happy beating heart, 

each bit of soil God had surely blessed

would be a cozy home for seeds to rest,

grow and nourish, comforting all men

with fruit and shade, food for every soul.

A little bit of land to call my own, 

within its small confines, a loving home

and fertile soil, no matter the toil,

I would so grateful be

if God would take a little chance on me,

give me a small plot of lonely sod

that needs a gentle hand

and God.

--Jennie Klasna

I used to look at this poem and say "Please God", now I look at it and say "Thank You".  Maybe it will also speak to your hungry, hungry soul.