Stand to attention and doubters retreat
Into silent reeds, as high above
Ducks circle the lake in scheming flight.
The listening pilgrims with their nonchalant stare
Sense divinity within the assembled throng.
In the visible the lake reflects their glare
And glimpses an unsuspected mood
Even the crows hidden from view
Move to the marshalled sound of silence
A strange stillness captures the congregation.
This is the mirror of tentative dreams
Suggested words draw the stream
Of prophecy beyond the ravens movement,
The air is full of hope, as we seek
Uniqueness in created things and the hand of the creator.