Have you ever seen a field of wheat moving like waves on the ocean under a gentle prairie breeze?In this stimulating composition, early homesteaders plant seed on the prairies and watch a miraculous transformation.
One by one they step to the earth,
and hoping for prairie’s birth,
plant blossom within the breath, grow song.
With song the seeds intone a level harmony.
Voices disperse throughout the land,
like flinging grain from our hand,
and spring up within the breath, grow song.
We’ll wake the grain and choirs will sing:
Alleluia! There is no king but work, no god but peace.
White armies only winter storms,
from this new ground grow hymns that hint at peace.
Now home, now home,
grow hymns that hint at peace.
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