They Know A Place To Witness Our Love - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Listen to the raindrops crescendos
With the leaves falling from the trees
Listen to the stirring wind in the willows
How it rises how it feels, how my spirit buoys.
Listen to the grass growing underfoot
To the lotus flower smiling a watery cry
Listen to the smoke in the chimney the soot
The anthills thrum and decry - your love.
Listen to the seashell on the shore
Listen to your heart and say it has no root.
Listen to the bees in the hive outpour
They know where a heaven isn't refuted.
They know a place without a worry
They know a place without a trouble
They know a place to find living glory
They know a place to witness our love.
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