You'll walk in the field

Is is true, days will come
With forgiveness and grace
You will walk in the field, like an innocent traveler
Your naked foot will fondel the lucerne grass
And the spica's thorns will prick you
And the pricking will be sweet.

A shower will get you with all it's pounding drops
On your shoulder, chest, neck and refresh your head
You will walk in the wet field, and quite will grow in you,
Like the light at the edge of the cloud.

You breathed in the smell of the ploughman
Breath and relax
You saw the sun,
like a mirror in the golden puddle
Simple are the things
and life, they can be touched
And it is permitted to love.

You will walk alone in the field,
you will not burn in the heat
The fires in the roads,
stiffened from panic and blood.
And with all your honest heart
you will be modest and submissive
Like the grass, like a human being.