It falls, layer on layer
mist beams & breeze
a forest full of peace,
a family of peacock graze
they eye us and look away
there is no sound here
just the sky's blue
just the dusk gold;
a gang of wild boar press on
they're carrying invisible burdens
they're snouting, they're arriving somewhere;
we soak the silence
hold hand with Stillness
It's a prayer, speechless
no need of uttered syllables
no need of visual graces
Then It falls a benediction
-the Light
It is beaming through trees
like streams planted by
humans who seek True love
Who seek Love that holds on
That holds on: a rugged Cross
a skull hill, Yeshua still looking out
for me: a Gift that never leaves
Never leaves.
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