RIVENDELL REFLECTION
He sits upon a wooden seat
Upon a wooded hill,
The cold, gold sun shines weakly
The air around him's chill.
From time to time, as soft as silk
He feels a whispering breeze,
Caressing gently those few leaves
Yet clinging to the trees.
'Peep-peep-peep' a small bird chirps
Then quickly flitters by,
The tapping of a woodpecker
Comes from way up high.
Leaves lie in a carpet
On every scrap of ground,
Sometimes midst the deeper drifts
He hears a rustling sound.
An old tree climbs above him
A book rests on his knee,
On wooden seat, on wooded hill
He lets his thoughts run free.
The gentle force of nature
Has settled in his mind,
Unlooked for it's provided
The calm he'd longed to find.
COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2009
Comments
Cavalcaderl | December 14, 2009 - 16:21
new kheldar
This is really good, and I knew some connection somewhere.Re-treats, I to used go Healing Centre Crowhurst. Our Lady Of Walsinghams Shrine, brilliant.
In day's when I couldn't even say The Lord's Prayer+
But god blessed me so, everything I do.Hope you had a good re-treat.
julie x cavalcader (:-
kheldar | December 14, 2009 - 16:33
Thanks Julie, and i did indeed have a great time.
Take care,
kheldar x
Cavalcaderl | December 15, 2009 - 00:26
new kheldar
so glad I always wanted go away Christmas
but never happened. With big families and pressure.
julie x
shoe | December 15, 2009 - 11:43
captures those rare moments of knowing the here and now, lovely,:-)
kheldar | December 15, 2009 - 14:23
Thank you shoe, part of me is stillin that moment, even though it was 3 days ago