Woodlands of Grace
....wood is a many faced facet, that supplies the support of my need to create, wherein once i was a user of this cellular structure, i have now understood that the joke is on me….
—-since those early days of yonder childhood dreams, then came the playing games of child in me, where out in woods of silent solitude, i gasped for breath in oaken quest….
—-who is this one that walks my way, tis but the spirits of evergreens that bear me up, and as i stand on branches of lofted height, i see the glory that shadows on mosey floors….
—-these are the bones of green feed mountains, where other’s pass while walking in their quest, till from my height of waundering seeing eye, the soul of a wayfarer was granted a blessed request….
—-let not my spirit run with empty excuse, till i have learned to hear the soul of wood as written within, and if i use thou blessedness for giving love, then bless my intent with beauti-full ingrained works of ‘wooded art’….
....and in the silence of cellular space, i heard a pine needle fall from the heights of lofty grace, and landing at my feet on forest floors of earthen dirt, i knew that grace had come to live within the hearts of men….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/