Baptism

Ploughman, down the narrow field
that reaches out beyond the sun,
through me let Your furrow run!

Sower, striding on the earth
along the furrows newly made,
within me let the seed be laid!

Harvester of all that's fair,
let me full and purely grow
that you may cut and lay me low!


May, 1955
Woodcrest Bruderhof