‘When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
There’s a chant over the waters,
a resonance of grace,
an eloquent knowing
a divine embrace…
The trees are swaying noisily
to the movement of the wind,
of light that’s quietly dimmed.
and the rain falls softly
from sunless skies,
spoonbills dance together,
their mood vocalized.
fields rejoice loudly in squelching sounds,
and a festival of color revitalizes the ground!