I walked down the hill through the mist and the rain,
as the phlox waved goodbye from the garden’s edge.
On grey wood-post next to the creek,
God’s heart burst out to me from a Wood Thrush’s breast,
persuading my busy mind to lay itself, right down to rest.
One moment in the arms of Him who
conducts water and mist and birds to sing hymns.
A Walk to Stillness