The arced sapling

Invites me

Into the woods

Where I AM

Speaks

Through the peace-filled silence of the fresh falling snow

And the companion singing of the white throated sparrow

Through the majesty of life giving maples

And the song of the wind in the poplars

Here

I AM

Speaks

Of the mystery of heaven’s kiss

In the language of  Love

And I AM

Knows

And is known

In us

Beyond words