Beyond the Still Woods

At the edge of a still wood, Glistening with dew, Soundless sighs from the autumn, Oaks, dark and defiant, Strong as the night, Who breathes starry musings Over the gentlest whisper of wonder… Reflections of grace, softly smiling On the intimate pages Of a forest, amazed by the twilight Who captures the feathery Dreams, trembling trees, Imagined and written into poetry Blessed by the heart’s promises, Healing, hoping, heavenly… Hands of light, fading Into shadows where the mysteries, Unfolding, unknowing, untold Stories of joy, Kindled by wood’s reveries, Silent and still, the blessings Keep flowing, knowing beyond the darkest moments, As the forest follows a moon’s soft glowing Timidity slowing on the edge of the woods, blowing, A silence growing, showing Beyond the still woods, A soul’s hope, praising the amazing – God is sowing Seeds of endless grace in this place.