Friday, May 30, 2014

Land of Understanding

By Mark Bishop

How many wordless hours have I longed here in the wood
And known the stilling of my heart when still so far the heavens stood

How many thoughts have wandered the dusty winding trails
And found in these a better home than plasterboard and nails

How many tears have had their birth and run their course into the stream
In but a moment swept away to join a grander dream

This soil grows the silence somehow the trees have understood
This place that only listens knows me better than I ever could