Tuesday, June 28, 2011

back to the woods

there is a quiet stillness
there is a peaceful silence
God is there
it is deep
it is dark
it is cool
there is a rich smell of green
the dirt is red
the light is soft
twigs crack
there is a small sound of a bird
moving in the hedge
a hawk circles overhead
the swamp rolls slow and languid
its murky waters swirl around the
motion of a large fish that's just
beneath the surface of the dark river
a snake lays motionless on the bank
or suns itself on the path where a ray breaks through the pines
this is my home
this is where my heart resides
this is a place I go
when the world is harsh and unyielding
I travel in my mind
back to this place
back to the woods