On The Other Side

Lost in a mass of mud and mooing,
I found myself in a field –
Though field implies living vegetation,
And this was only trodden-down earth –
Residual clods and pebbles,
Trampled underfoot in bovine melees,
In a mad dash for feedlot faith,
And spiritual slop.

Yet just beyond the paddocks and pens,
Lay endless fields of green –
Rich in vital nutrients,
Fed by streams of living water,
And animated by the Spirit of Life itself.
And I stood as one outside the herd,
No longer cattle to be confined,
Within the corrals of religious creeds,
Or suckled at the teats of patronizing patriarchs;
But a free human agent –
Summoned by the divine spirit,
Hurdling the high walls of hierarchical hindrances,
And running joyfully into the fields of freedom.
Because the grass really is greener on the other side.