Evening Silence at South Window

Returning from our Sandy Gateway
where the Desert Saints still wave
their winks between the grassy dunes
and high on sea, we left behind the Delta
streams to stretch our rattling stilts far
up onto the green leafed forest hills,
where horizons are slowly bending,
sloping, turning up into vast hidings
between the bowing cornfields, or
rudely cut apart by hundred mills
mowing the clouds, scraping the
skies. Until we finally land back
at our small riverside town behind
red towering sandstone cliffs and
summer deep beech greens as
wheezy we scramble up our stair
way to the forest gardens where
Kairos granted us this Kind Retreat,
this Whistful Dwelling just to enjoy
the dimming light, the Glowing of
the Fireflies, the Evening Silence
at South Window where you can
feel the overwhelming bowing of
our Smiling Arch: your night will
now be heeded by our Oaktree.
May All Beings rest together in the
blessing of Her green leafed arms.

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