Balance restored

Beautiful rocks, beautiful grass
Beautiful soil where they both combine
Beautiful river, covered in sky
Never thought of possession
That all this was mine...

When you know, even for a moment
That it's your time —
Then you can walk with the power
of a thousand generations

~ Bruce Cockburn "Dream Like Mine"

Sometimes this song pops into my head when I'm looking out over a sun-streaked field. Screams, "It's ours! It's now! It's been here all along!"
The harvest is plenty, but the laborers are few.