Sweetness called the open country
Stretch the horizon with trees so spread
Hearing the wind blowing in rhythm;
The song calling, all of mankind.
What stretches before us
We ponder, yet know;
Another day, another tomorrow...
The Stillness of movement
Of the word time
Unravel the question.
Ask one question, multiplied;
Stretch the horizon with trees so spread
The answer not seen as only the leaves
The wood for the trees.
Open their hearts and call for mankind
The ground is sodden
Matter decaying, and yet!
Breeds new life.
The calling.
Stretch the horizon with trees so spread
Hearing the wind blowing in rhythm;
The song calling, all of mankind.
What stretches before us
We ponder, yet know;
Another day, another tomorrow...
The Stillness of movement
Of the word time
Unravel the question.
Ask one question, multiplied;
Stretch the horizon with trees so spread
The answer not seen as only the leaves
The wood for the trees.
Open their hearts and call for mankind
The ground is sodden
Matter decaying, and yet!
Breeds new life.
The calling.
The Calling
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 23.10.88
Chapter Two
No.26
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