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