The Dear, Dear Heartache
Quiet is one of the most profound Gifts of God, and the soft wind in the trees. This was first posted on my old blog, Holy Manna, as we were getting ready to move to Dayenu in the forests of Tennessee . . .
Beatific Vision Among the Trees
Rain, drifting from the darkling skies
as if sifting through porous clouds,
the soft wind a chorus of autumn trees
that rise in common voice
to herald an ending of a day and year,
as darkness of the night and season draw near;
Sensibility, not reason, heeds their quiet song,
the dear heartache that longs
to leave the clutches of a busy world,
love and laughter to forsake –
quieter liaisons to make.
(C) Will Melnyk, Autumn 2012