Tag: poetry

  • The Gentle Falls

    The Gentle Falls

    Down mossy ledge and stone the waters fall,A hidden calm the pines and hollows call.Through cleft of rock the silver ribbons run,And braid their prayer beneath the veiled sun.Here silence learns the tongue the wild has known, God’s whisper cut in water, moss, and stone.

  • The Green Heron

    The Green Heron

    Along the reed-lined water’s quiet crease,He stands in olive stillness, robed in peace.A statue cast in bronze and dappled slate,He tends the silver current like a gate.No restless wing disturbs the morning air;He holds the hush of reverence and prayer.The minnows script their sermons in the stream;He reads each line as though it were a…