Posted by: Peadar Ban | February 15, 2011

While We Sleep On

While we sleep on
The pentecostal prayer of trees takes place.
Light sweeps silent night away,
Ecstatic oaks begin with bare uplifted limbs
At woods edge, inspired by a sigh of wind,
To sway while solid pines at forest heart
Stand and wait for the word of grace to part
Still shadows in the deep;

Then with simple gestures, rustlings
Small at first yet soon quickening
Thrum and drum against each other
Joining their exuberant oaken brothers
Dancing, weaving, steady, sure;
Hymning heaven with their zealous roar.

From the chimneys here below
Smoke rises, briefly curls and is blown
Away on the spirit wind
While we sleep on.

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Responses

  1. excellent personification. reminds me of Tolkien’s Ents…

    • Thank you.

  2. This is lovely, Peter. I like the softness of it.

    • Thank you, Kathy. It happened this morning which was for all of it’s coldness, a soft morning….until the wind came up, that is.

  3. this was really wonderful! 🙂

    • Thank you, Rose-Marie.


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