-
-
She
-
moves
-
steadily
-
as
one that
-
ambles
between the spurs
-
with
ease: and with her joy,
-
far
down in shadowed depths of green
-
she
sings "ever onward".
-
Her
babbling waters
-
drifting....
-
breeze
-
lifting
-
her
sound,
-
like
the misty
-
breathing
of the Soul.
-
Up
here, the merest of humans
-
can
find deep peace within themselves;
-
a
response in the fibres
-
of
their being;
-
a
tranquil
-
aceptance
-
of
life.
-
Time,
-
Space,
-
and
Proportion
all seem annulled
-
when
I look far out
-
across
to the horizon.
-
the
world swirls around me,
-
a
feeling deep within me swells;
-
I
break away from every man-made thing,
-
and
feel the arms of God beneath me.
-
The
story of eternal inspiration
-
spreads
out before me.
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-
At
last I have
-
the
utter joy
-
to
think,
-
and
feel,
-
and
love
-
completely.
-
Could
I forget
-
such
splendour?
-
The
trees around me
-
stand
with arms outstretched,
-
thin
brown fingers reach to join
-
new
leaves to the old gnarled arms.
-
They
whisper strange tales of the bush
-
to
the listening valley.
-
And
this I hear;
- I
understand,
-
and
love this place.
-
For
here is the peace
-
from
Sydney's turmoil.
-
Only
now, am I at one with Nature,
-
would
that it could be so with all the World
-
-
SJB
-
"Into The
Blue" No. 101 June 1967
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