journey something

Poet of poets, magical prose

The rocks they heard you

The trees bear witness

The birds teach the song to their young

And the sun comes up and the sun goes down

The moon swings and arcs

Your words they live for eternity

Up with the dew and down with the rain

Through the seasons

The trunk of a tree, the face of the stone, the beginning of a page

Listen, listen, do you hear?

Walk in the woods

Pay attention to the wind

Working through the old whispery pines

Enter their quiet and understand

Without knowing for they are constantly changing

But the message stays the same:

Peace, Justice, Love, Beauty

Amen

*I wrote this poem for a poetry party over at Abbey of the Arts. I thought it was a good fit for Journey Something as well. I snapped the photo at Jay Cooke State Park near Carlton, MN.