Masked Native

How long did the dream hold you.

It seemed real, but you were balancing

Everything on a tightrope.

What you needed was a bridge.

You’re still not sure how or when it started,

Perhaps that time when you gazed into

The stillness of a summer evening,

or heard the dawn chorus for the first time,

or when you knew that plants and trees were

communicating something to you and you felt

the presence of God that brought a peace beyond words,

for words cannot tell where words do not dwell.

Only then were you balanced

on the tightrope that had become a bridge and

the world pulsed with the love song of creation.

Angels sang of the wonders, trees told the story,

birds spread the message, rivers and oceans 

danced to the music of the spheres.

Water was filled with it. Tides carried it and

you remembered that what you had once perceived as

creations fragile balance, was bigger and stronger

than anything you could imagine.

The signs  of the Creator were everywhere.

Image taken from an original watercolour by Teri