The Round House-A Meditation

Through garden gate with sunlit morn The dew evaporates from soft emerald lawn; Rhododendrons flowering pink on leaves of hale And children collecting water for the pale, With urns gentle flow of waters touching pond; Oak, Maple and Ash adorned with beautiful frond. The Round House with pyramid chimes, Innate peace and tranquility at their behest With echoes mysterious from Ancient of Times Bring soothe, calming and soulful rest And so peace descends, thoughts subdued As space takes to the air, and there The Holy Spirit transcends, minds imbued And dreams to share as memories flare Up through canopy fare with candles aglow That cause to stare through flame yet to douse. And so to fly, to dance, to wing as Swallow, Then gently to Earth and chimes of the Round House.