We each contain an enduring spark of that Wisdom at the heart of all creation.Isolated and unsupported, it is but a small spark.United with others, those sparks grow into a flame of illumination and strength for us all.
I sing of hemlocks whispering mysteries,
Of meadows green with promise,
Of lakes with secrets,
Of mountain peaks in touch with eternity,
Of solitude filled with murmurings we can never quite hear,
Of presences that hover just beyond the edge of perception,
Of meanings etched in snow, transcribed with wings;
I sing the truth
Of hidden things.