I walk to the beach
And my silence becomes
The ocean's roar.
****
In a forest clearing
Shade dapples light,
Oaks purify air,
I visit fairies.
****
The morning hour,
Before sunlight quickens,
Has special darkness,
Rich with guidance.
****
Inwardly,
I counsel myself,
Listen
To God's laughter.
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