Thursday, April 19, 2012

Golden Fields

For my work
Bringing in the harvest
In the fields of the Praetor
I was paid handsomely
With a basket of food
The bounty of nature
The gift of our creator
So good
Fed upon this my flesh grows
But my mind is different
I hunger for knowledge
I cannot learn from books
Or listening to the senate's speaker
Rather that comes from knowing
The architect of all things
Sustaining me
In flesh and mind
And my spiritual being
So that I might serve Rome
In arms
And labor