Born for these times.
This is not the time
to mind our own business,
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Humbled by your comments Susan. Wrote recently I want to be among things that carry no past, or fear no future, things that quieten the mind and nourish the heart In these troubled times I find comfort and rest in nature. Thank you so much for your encouragement it means a lot Susan.
This is the time to go into the woods and gather the silence of the great trees, and carry it deep inside, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Wordsworth wishes he had the words to say this like you just did, Robert Frost is crying over his mended wall, and the angels are gathered to listen to this poem. Excellent in every line, but I must say these particular lines reached out and took me for a soul-walk. Thank you thank you thank you for writing this piece.... and I pray it is heeded before it is too late and mankind once again for the last time destroys itself. A giant of a poem, dear Norah. A redwood of a poem. 10+++++++++++++ and a spot on my favs.
Oops put my reply in the wrong column.Shame one cant edit or delete comments once they are posted.
I feel deeply sorry for the refugees. We must never turn our backs on humanity. Good poem, Norah.
this is the time to go into the woods and gather the silence of the great trees, and carry it deep inside, An inner sense of peace and well-being to fuel the fires of change.
Yes you hit the nail on the head Simone