The early morning sun streaks light
that filters through the forest trees…
a secret sanctuary-site
in which I fall upon my knees:
in rays of light I view the height
of ancient trees in whispered breeze.
Perhaps the answer that I seek
will come to me in such a place,
for here I feel an old mystique
that holds me in a soft embrace:
to learn a truth that comes from grace
I listen for the oaks to speak.
Alone with nature I am blessed
to be attuned to all that’s one;
in answer to my one request
I understand what must be done:
from nature’s wisdom I attest
I must stand tall… I must not run.
This poem was inspired by my children’s Grandmother who has left this earth years ago. In memory of K.J.W.
