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There Are Times

 

 

There are times 

When I walk quietly 

Through the forest

Afraid to disturb 

The denizens of the woods

The keepers of magic

 

There are times

When my heart is heavy 

And I go to the trees

For peace and solitude 

And the magic listens

To my heart’s pain

 

There are times

The Lady of the woods

Sends me comfort 

Her birds singing 

Chittering squirrels

Her deep musky aroma 

 

There are times

When I doze

Against the sway

Of a giant oak 

And the forest heals

My tormented soul

 

This is the time

For you my child

To hear the magic

Learn the secrets 

Before it’s my time

To lie within Her arms.

 

Christopher Bice

28/05/2022