Peace dwells within
The marrow of my bones
And delight overpowers
My being as I experience
Solitude near to broken
Down barns.
The landscape fills the
Deepest caverns of my mind
As I contemplate the shining
Water under the willows
And savour the living
Sounds in the woods and fields.
It is a mysterious thing
The landscape - a mandala
Which draws me
To the centre of my person,
Where I experience God
And relish His presence.
All places of worship
Have their special 'centre'
But I find my sacred space
Via the landscape, where the
Tortured gestures of trees
Become part of my prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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