Written on January 25, 2025
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In the laughing woods, Where oaks speak their peace And wildflowers smile with ease, Where moss carpeted stones seem to breath And pine scented nights sometimes grieve, Where the forest walls are deep And the moon so often preaches Where melancholy cannot compete With the shadows and the streams – Where I long to be, when the night seeps in Offering its gentle relief, Sending my heart a grace that sees Past the pines, the oaks, all the trees Into the music of a quiet that believes Wherever the stars glow and wink There is a joy beyond the comprehension, There is a knowing that foresees All the love that comes from giving in To the melodies of God’s creativity, His laughter Who swells in the air, in the wind, in the streams Reaching into the heart who will agree Even the woods relinquish their grief To the song of a fading soliloquy – Where nothing is as it seems And the forest just dreams and dreams, Leaving lights to express gentle poetries Arising beneath the mysteries of a song Composed on the heart who grows strong Beneath the laughter of the wood’s heavy scent, the impressions of faith in circumspect – the music that never quite forgets!
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