There Are Woods
Where I lived there were woods
where I walked in contemplation
every morning and evening.
People asked when I moved,
Are there woods? Can you walk?
Yes, there are woods, deep and quiet,
where I walk in silence each day.
And if there weren’t,
there is still a stand of trees nearby,
where I could sit and listen.
And if they were gone,
there would be my back yard,
and a little garden,
and if there were no yard
I could still sit in this chair
and gaze out the window
at the neighbor’s trees.
And if there were no window,
no trees across the way,
if I could not walk
or gaze or see at all,
there are still these gentle woods
that stretch out forever,
deep and verdant, in my heart,
where I go every morning and evening,
and whenever I want,
in the quiet.
And so do You,
walking in the cool of the shade.
I know you’re here
by your great footprints
of silence.
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