The rocks whisper

The rocks whisper


the rocks whisper a way
the trees forget
over growing
for the sun is pleasing
and their masters are lost

the forest is empty
there was another life
in the master’s way
the trees know not

here in the wilderness
the trees are lonely
and dream of the garden

(for a garden they would be
tended by loving hands
their roots growing deeper
the sun slanting 
under their boughs
to warm their feet)

yet the trees know not their loneliness
or their dreams

they are the silence
that shall receive the work of the word
and hold the meaning

but first there must be a new path

they must beckon
with their humble silence
the hearts of man

men shall come
there is solace in the silence
for they are part of nature

they too have forgotten
and would remember

they have lost their home
and would return
so that death has nowhere else
to take them


they will serve the garden
which will teach them in turn
beauty and transience of life they shall learn

born will be the garden of the soul
and mankind will have found in truth
a far greater whole
where death shall have no dominion

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