Near the old chestnut tree
There lies a field revered in my eyes
I seek comfort there in glee
As well when I get hurt by lies
It is well hidden
Plain in sight
And all that I’ve bidden
Has come to pass here, in the daylight
In glory nor defeat
I come here all the same
Footprints in snow or hands in wheat
Here I rekindle my flame
Even when all was lost
And hope was fleeting
I forgot to count the cost
And press forward instead of retreating
Though scars are showing
And painful jolts come now and again
I keep rising, keep growing
Resurging like the grain
In this wonderful field
I give thanks for my loving soul
For this beautiful shield
There is beauty yet, beyond our control
So I will not weep
Nor make tears my master
For surely I will reap
And love sowed, will bring triumph not disaster
So in silence gazing
I stand in this field
Beauty pure needs no appraising
It is here where my soul is healed