The water ripples
The oar makes no more than a gentle swoosh
The evening sun, sinks below the tree line.
The friends travel together
Their minds and oars in harmony
No need for words,they've been said
A connection of souls and hearts
The heron swoops low in the sky
He settles to watch in a nearby tree
The deer, peep from behind the bushes
to get their evening drink
The beaver travels across their path
in his determined journey home for the night.
The wind rustles in the trees
The sky darkens with rain
The first drops fall
on their upturned faces
Catching the precious drops in their mouths
The laughter ringing out across the water.
The thunder rumbles in the distance
they need to get back home.
To sit on the porch and let the storm rage.
And all of this is done to entertain,
the guest from the other side of the world.
A visit unknown by both
A connection made that will not be broken
As their lives entwine in the words they use.
An invisible thread across the sea,
That binds one to the other
Sorrow (Walking the labyrinth)is organising a circle of care this Christmas with her children.
She is without doubt one of the most generous people I have ever had the privilege to meet. So I wanted to give something to her. And in putting it up everyone can celebrate what a fantastic person she is, cause if I just sent this to her, she'd come over all modest!!!
