Heaven
How natural, how beautiful,
How peaceful it all is.
These largest
Trees upon the globe
Scarcely whisper to my heaven.
This rippling purity
Laughs
Like an infant
As it runs to suicide.
Far below the gulls adjust
Their sails and float in the sun
-as osprey circles-
sentinel to remind us life is
death.
The darting silver
Bolts of the rivers and the brooks.
How beautiful it is
And how the celestial
Honeycomb drips peace.
Taken from Earthly Discourse by
C. Wood, Censor and Censure
adapted by Pam Smith, 1998