Down by the river,
beyond the gate,
a dirt path
winds this way and that,
between the chestnut trees,
the sunlight filters through the leaves,
creating lace-like shadows on the ground.
The water rushes by and it seems
the birds sing in harmony with it.
Nothing is asked.
Though much is said.
Words were spoken without a human voice.
The water gathered,
Serenading blue,
reflecting the sky,
Reflecting.
I listened.
Deeply, without moving,
The leaves rustled as the breeze went by,
Diamonds sparkled then tumbled into the water.
Light golden,
Clear,
Moving without a sound,
Caressing everything even me.
Healing light.
The light beckons further down the path.
I followed.
One step at a time,
With grace.
Listening,
Walking,
Humbly.
Nature speaks.
(Please keep Annie in your prayers: Tenderness, gratitude, peace.)
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