The evening was drawing in as I sat under the trees and listened for the quieting calls of the birds as the sun settled behind me. Quietness and prayer. I … Continue reading A forest of splendour

The evening was drawing in as I sat under the trees and listened for the quieting calls of the birds as the sun settled behind me. Quietness and prayer. I … Continue reading A forest of splendour
I love the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill. – Lewis Carroll
I was walking through the forest some time ago and in a split moment light rays came down and highlighted a little child. She seemed to be the only one … Continue reading An eager longing