Woodland Dance

woodland dance

Ripple of light and shadow,
Dust and air;
Sunlight swirls in a dance
Upon the forest floor.

Rhythms of the air
Bend the supple trunks
And chatters still leaves
Into a whirring murmur.

This sound rolls around me
Like an invisible ball
And I am caught up
In the whirwind’s very center.

The whole world participates
In this endless dance of joy;
Even nature’s childish romps
Are unconscious displays of grandeur.

Ensconced in this palace
Of wild, woodland peace
I am strangely comforted
Even as I feel small.

For God’s arms are the wind,
His love is the sun;
As He moves the leaves and shadows
So He moves through me.

(c)Rachel Lowrance 2014