The Warmth of the Croft

Through fields of green and golden rays,

The croft's warmth in the wind doth blaze.

A haven in which solace takes it's place

Where restless hearts find sweetest embrace.

In every blade of grass, a whisper of calm

As nature weaves it's tranquil psalm.

Where joys and sorrows form the design,

The croft's warmth radiates something Divine.

Wild and untamed, yet tenderly serene,

The croft's embrace paints a vibrant scene.

A cloth of solace woven with care

In God's vivid landscape, a place that we share.

With each passing breeze troubles take flight

As the croft's gentle warmth ignites inner light.

Where worries dissolve and peace is spun,

This is the place where new life has begun.

So let us bask in the croft's tender glow,

A sanctuary where the spirit has space to grow.

For in it's wild embrace we find release,

And with Christ's touch our souls find peace.

--Rachel Birse