Green.
Green clearing in the woods.
Green leaves and grass and moss-green bark,
Counterpoint of brown in the scattering of dead leaves.
And in the Cross at the centre of the clearing.
The cross of weathered wood, bearing its burden.
Brown.
Brown Crucifix in the green clearing,
With a distant backdrop of blue-grey sky.
Birdsong.
Birdsong and distant sheep,
And the rustle of wind in leaves.
The green leaves a canopy over the brown figure.
The Wind moves the branches to bow before the Man,
Gently acknowledging his Lordship.
And so with me.
21/6/09
Green clearing in the woods.
Green leaves and grass and moss-green bark,
Counterpoint of brown in the scattering of dead leaves.
And in the Cross at the centre of the clearing.
The cross of weathered wood, bearing its burden.
Brown.
Brown Crucifix in the green clearing,
With a distant backdrop of blue-grey sky.
Birdsong.
Birdsong and distant sheep,
And the rustle of wind in leaves.
The green leaves a canopy over the brown figure.
The Wind moves the branches to bow before the Man,
Gently acknowledging his Lordship.
And so with me.
21/6/09