Wednesday, 24 July 2013

In The Woods


Well worn paths
Through shaded glens
A cathedral of branches
Altar of leaves
Windows of green
Hidden chancels of dreams
Lost in paradise

Sweet the wind that chills
Dance with the breeze
A psalm of tenderness
Streams a symphony of praise
Darkness resistant
With a orchestra of hope
Adorned in a glorious light
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  1. Brian Miller25 July 2013 at 17:20

    a psalm of tenderness....love that...
    the woods are where i often retreat to find peace and draw close....

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