…a silence in which another voice may speak.
                                                                    Mary Oliver

 
 
The forest breathes and we forget to rush
Find the space we did not know we needed
We listen closely toward the deepening hush
It is how the sanctuary begins to softly brush
At rock and root at desires time clocks recede
Beneath a shaded canopy of medicinal green
The simple holy truths are quietly conceded
Let tangled lines and the daily worries crush
Against a soil where nothing true is impeded
 
Forest breathes when it remembers our rush
Whispered sharings we can touch and heed
Natural peace by which our souls are seeded
We seek the teachings time could not outrun
And in this sanctuary we pause unneeded
 
Here in the shade and soft leaking of the sun
We try to translate this redeeming hush