Settled in below the morning fog
within the motion and noise,
I sit quietly gazing
at gray skies and summer green
as an old stone or rough-barked tree
finds center in the earth,
patience within unrest.
Angels protect this silence
for it roots to the heart of the world,
joining those caverns to the light above
and one slim tendril reaching out with peace
on the great oak of life.
Beautiful!
As do we, Love, as do we.
Beautiful metaphor, this……..
Nature… an abundance….
You never fail to see it… and feel it…
Thank you for sharing a breath of roots!
Angels, always angels, in the silence at the center of the earth. I stand at the Center and I always find you here, always. db