Sounds of footfalls in the wood
A familiar stranger of specific wanderings
I walk in the cool of the evening
Under a moonlit sky
A battle rages
Between my heart and mind
It is explosive
Questions and answers rage against one another
My heart roils in anguish
My mind pounds with accusation
I am not at peace
My body is frail beneath its weight and action
How long have I wandered through this wood
To chance upon this open gate?
Do you bid me welcome
With your gates swung open so wide?
My heart flushes with apprehensive giddiness
If my movements had not been so slow
The gate would I have passed by
Dare I enter this refuge of solitude?
Do I ignore this open invitation?
My heart pleads for peace
It cannot bear under the strain of disappointment
Call to me again O open gate
Call again
Louder so that my wounded ears can hear
The wind blows
The trees begin to dance and sing
I am an intruder in a foreign land
Yet my heart beats though as a native son
My thoughts betray my heart
They break the stillness of the night
My soft footfalls interrupt the music of the night
Who is it that calls my name?
I hear it upon the breeze
Leading the way with soft touches upon my cheek
My willing heart floats along like fledgling down
I come upon a brook
The water so clear
Its song so bright, trumpets to those in attendance
Great oaks, white birches
Flowers of every color shine
With the regality of a thousand kingdoms
A cornucopia of gold, silver and precious jewels alike
Thrust out upon nature’s table
Forged wealth made by human hands
Cold and lifeless beauty
Imperfect symmetry
Flora and fauna burst forth
Soft petals, fragrant blossoms, avian consonance
Life and form ordained before time
Dare I approach the edge of this sacred pool?
It’s too hard to see myself
In the reflecting pool of Your love
I long to see my reflection stare back at me
Water moved by the wind
Like ripples of ancient peals of laughter
My heat is pierced
It empties upon the bank of the pool
My mind delves for meaning
Weak and exhausted
It collapses and lies prostrate beside
The contents of my war ravaged heart
There is a well up the knoll
Built by Ancient hands
Shrouded in mercy
Protected by love
I draw from its depths
Light dances within
I drink
The water is sweet and thick
Peace finds me
I am at rest
