Forests Old, Deep and Rare
In forests old, deep and rare, where crossroads come our
way,
storied cathedral, Journey’s end, new beginning starts
today.
Timber woods engage the eyes, lifting fragile spirit,
walls within soon dissipate, as senses long to hear it.
A new year comes around once more, bringing forth its
mystery,
once inside, illumination, reflecting coming history.
Civilization behind grows quiet, its sound returned in
prayer,
hope is carried as our lantern, through forests deep and
rare.
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About this Poem: The last day of the year brings with it,
deep reflection of the past. It also brings promise of a new beginning as hope
becomes our prayer for the New Year ahead. Happy New Year to Everyone! May our
hopes and dreams all come true.
Thank you for this treat
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