There is a quiet wood waiting

Where no foot has trod

Where the silence can swallow our sound

There is a dark sky waiting

To muffle the brashness of man

Where the eyes can see without pain

There is a world returning

From beyond our own vision

Where each breath will become comfort or fear

Time and space stretch long

And thin themselves between worlds

And still there is a quiet wood waiting

For our path to finally leave the road

For our journey to find its own path

At last ~ Caroline A. Slee