Magic of the Forest

Not in a hurry,

Not too briskly,

She stepped

Ever so lightly,

Almost fairy like,

But still quite humanly,

Into the forest.

 

Really it was a matter

Of one small step

Out her door

That immediately

Ushered her into

A land of trees,

Crunchy leaves,

Green and brown and grey,

Rocks and stumps

And beds of moss

Beneath her feet.

Trees that sway,

Branches and logs,

Spider webs to fight.

 

But it’s really the sounds,

Or lack thereof,

That perks her heart to listen.

That is where

The magic begins.

The sounds in the forest,

Are birds and chattering squirrels,

Critters of the earth

Slithering stealthily

Beneath brown leaves.

But another sound is heard

In the deep of the woods

Surrounded by trees

And creatures of the earth.

 

The sound of peace,

And tranquility,

A note of wonder and awe,

Music for the heart,

Words not spoken,

But still heard.

 

But the greatest of all

Is the Word spoken

There in His sanctuary,

For He says,

“Be still and know

That I am God.”

And I hear it best

When all is still,

And I am still and

Creation speaks,

Speaks His Word.