"Reflections on Plain View Farm"

Oh, Lord, what is Plain View Farm?

A passer-by sees only an old house in a grassy yard,

with a barn A nd a few out-buildings.

Yet once a year there is a miracle--

a butterfly emerges from the cocoon, new, unimagined, and sometimes beautiful life spreads its wings

and sails forth on the wind!

Is Plain View a "Brigadoon," an enchanted place,

with flags of yesteryear bravely flying?-- to be unfurled for a few days,

then packed away in moth balls for another year?

Home that is no home,

we fly to thee as to a mother's breast--

generation after generation of sparrows returning

to you as to a nest.

Old House upon the plain,

your're set on rich, deep soil,

trod by Indians and where buffalo ranged,

both now plowed under like the old Buffal Mound.

that's planted to corn.

Is that all?

Are you just an old memory of former things

that passing time will erase

like the farmers plow under the

age of the Buffalo?

O God of my fathers!

I can see the path of your passing,

glistening on the dark waters,

spread beneath the thick clouds-- O Bearer of all Wisdom,

O Spirit of God, answer!

This little Island, Plain View,

stands for a moment poised,

on the edge of eternity's ocean--

one wave spreading out from Thy Hand

will surely sweep it away forever.--

But why is Plain View still sailing on in time?

For what purpose does it still exist?

It's only a little lump of earth--

of no real importance, seemingly.

Take it away, and it probably wouldn't be missed.

Yet...

Remember the brief, poignant lilacs of the springs,

the hot, burgeoning summers,

the crisp, golden falls,

and the cold, hard, killing winters that went into making it what it was

and is-----and possibly will be.

Doesn't Plain View tells us something of birth, growth, sorrow and pain, and a new life?

Doesn't Plain View tell us something of God's hand on our lives?

Plain View is sailing on in time.

How long will it sail?

What is Plain View?

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