RICE FIELDS
A Poem by Rosa Lia Gilbert
Green shoots break free
from the dark underneath.
Earth’s pressure cooker.
Growing rice extends,
a viridescent blanket.
The comfort of bellies
reaping to satisfy many.
This fruit of my land
sprinkles down on family tables.
Enables eyes to see divine provision.
Mouths feast and eat.
Rain, hurry down.
Soak the fields.
Quench the thirst of the bulls.
Mana from the ground
to feed the multitudes.
Rosa Gilbert is a stay-at-home mom and publishing assistant at Calla Press Publishing LLC. Born and raised in the Dominican Republic, Spanish is her first language. However, it was through learning English at a young age that she fell in love with words and poetry. She hopes to make a difference in publishing by helping faith-based writers bring their stories to life. She holds a B.S. in Journalism from Liberty University and has worked as a freelance editor for Dr. Steven J. Lawson’s OnePassion Ministries. Her poems have been published at The Way Back to Ourselves, Calla Press, and forthcoming in the Twenty Hills Publishing Nature Anthology. She lives in suburban Ohio alongside her husband and daughter. You can find her writing at https://rosagilbert.substack.com/ and @rosagilbertpoetry.
