I love how the quote from ‘Walter Mitty’ seems to correspond to a great verse in the bible regarding Jesus, 700 years before his birth (Isaiah 53:2). He is the beautiful truth.
Retreat to the trees; seldom does the forest reveal
her full splendour. Untainted by misfortune, she rises
from the ashes, more glorious than before. The birds
rebuild their nests, history does not bleed within
or cause them to grieve sentimental antiquity!
The wilderness unveils a peaceful stoicism.
The night has a life of its own, nocturnal stalkers rustling
through trees in search of sustenance; energy bequeaths
energy. A Boobook owls’ call cuts through the darkness
like a knife, she hunts under its cover. Slumber is an
ambiguous friend to some, daylight restores hope to
the oppressed and rest from their enemies.
Knotted Karris shaped by time, surviving the elements.
Their stories are written in their rings, circles of life
depicting seasons of despair and joy. Joy, casting a
shadow of hope in desperate times; symbolic in nature,
alive in us. Naked creation, a revelation of hope in a quest
to find peace, that only comes from the Creator.
Sharon Hughes 2017