They Know A Place To Witness All Love Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Listen to the raindrops crescendo.
With the leaves falling from the trees
Listen to the stirring wind in the willows.
How it rises, how it feels, how my spirit buoys.
Listen to the grass growing underfoot.
To the lotus flower, smiling a watery cry
Listen to the smoke in the chimney, the soot.
The anthills thrum and decry your love.

Listen to the seashell on the shore.
Listen to your heart and say it has no root.
Listen to the bees in their hive, how they outpour.
They know a place where heaven isn't refuted.
They know a place without a worry.
They know a place without trouble.
A place where they can find a living glory.
They know a place to witness all love.