During yet another visit to the New Forest in 2009.
IN THE FOREST
In the forest, tall trees reached up their limbs in praise of God:
Stout oak, stately beech, slender birch,
Stood like patriarchs and apostles,
Their leaves showering down on us like blessings.
An occasional breeze rustled leaves high in the canopy,
Baptising us with droplets of icy water from an earlier shower,
Beneath our feet, a carpet of autumn leaves and pine needles cushioned our steps.
All was silent.
Through the forest a stream meandered like the Spirit of God, its pace quickening here and there Round stones and roots as it nourished all living things.
Our senses were bathed in the beauty of this place.
The scent of pine pervaded all, reminding us of our God who ever listens to and answers our prayers.
IN THE FOREST
In the forest, tall trees reached up their limbs in praise of God:
Stout oak, stately beech, slender birch,
Stood like patriarchs and apostles,
Their leaves showering down on us like blessings.
An occasional breeze rustled leaves high in the canopy,
Baptising us with droplets of icy water from an earlier shower,
Beneath our feet, a carpet of autumn leaves and pine needles cushioned our steps.
All was silent.
Through the forest a stream meandered like the Spirit of God, its pace quickening here and there Round stones and roots as it nourished all living things.
Our senses were bathed in the beauty of this place.
The scent of pine pervaded all, reminding us of our God who ever listens to and answers our prayers.