August 1, 2021
Can we listen to the waters
Hear the woodlands speak
Open our eyes to the skies
See our follies and deceits
Can we learn from the stars
Ever straining out of reach
Like the sharp edges of truth
Always hurt, before they teach
Can we listen to the sounds of wisdom
The wind through the trees
Open our eyes to the skies
Begin again to see
July 25, 2021
July 24, 2021
July 23, 2021
Morning rises beneath the dawn
The earth she smiles her eyes awake
And sees the light a living grace
Across the misty morning lake
July 18, 2021
July 17, 2021
Thirsty roots gather in the forest below
The wind surrenders to a gentle breeze
Rivers rejoice the waters they flow
As summer rain dances through the trees
July 16, 2021
We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see
What was and what is, and what ought to be
Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree
Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free
But on the horizon with eyes that must see
What was and what is, and what ought to be
July 11, 2021
July 10, 2021
July 9, 2021
Nurture my heart into the night
Feel my spirit upon the breeze
Sow my soul on the river of truth
And scatter my song to the seven seas
