Woodland Light

There is a magic in the streams, hills and valleys of God’s woods.
Mystery that I have only partially understood;
a feeling of eternity, in the woods that I love.

It is a dwelling place of God and of the Powers of eternity,

As I walk through tall trees and ancient rocks,
Past moss that has covered stones again and again for thousands of years;
Among trees that have ancestral roots before the time of Christ.....
There is a permanence to life ….. Seasons of change.

Places I walked as a boy through the woods; first seeing the amazing wonders
of life and death, growth and change ….
Displayed in glorious scenes all around me.

As I walk,….. I am aware I am not alone …..

"Nearly all of those whom I loved in my youth
and did not understand,
have died,
But I still reach out to them.. "

Memories live in the eternal pathways of the woods; ….
Aged`, Moss-covered, yet fresh as the dew of the morning;
Memories as distant as the faint tracks of a young man
on the forests’ leafy ways …..


There is a Presence of Eternity, when surrounded by the ageless forest …….
By sounds of birds and animals
That have called to each other in warning, companionship and joyful song;
for centuries without interruption …..


There is a Permanence in the timeless music of waters,
Cascading over beds of rocks in which they have
Slept and danced;
Raged and calmed,
Since they first flowed in joyful release
From the springs of the Earth …….

There is a Peace in the Sun that filters through leafy branches,
Prismed into shafts of life giving light,
Flowing into the up-stretched arms of branch and leaf.
So it is, that light from the edges of the universe
floods the dark of my heart
With life-giving power and purpose.

And when I’m alone in the half-light of the forest,
Eternity seems to fade to a “being” within my soul …..
To the sounds of bird-chatter, and wind in the trees.

And with the smoke of my fire
Ascends my prayers and praise to the Lord of the Garden,
Who has once again given me everything
Wrapped in green leaves and sunlight;
While He waits to see what names I will speak into existence.

Woodland spirits haunt my path…….
and with every step they speak of eternity………