THE WOODSMAN AND THE RESCUE

THE WOODSMAN AND THE RESCUE

The forest concealed a truth, as it towered and sheltered its kin.
The treetops rustled a hint, of a silence that harboured no sin.
The dappled solitude broken, by a drumming or knocking within;
And the passage of time and of footsteps, as the woodsman entered in.

The beauty of nature exploded  in a torrent of sensual sighs.
The shimmer of sunlight dancing, for myriad instinctual eyes.
The thousands of tiniest movements,  a choreography belies,
All suddenly seen in his mind’s eye, released from that colder disguise.

The woodsman’s love for the forest, rivaled only by that for his friend.
Years of working and resting together, in the stand of a forest to tend.
Simple meals shared – freely given: the gleam of a coat on the mend.
The rescue, once lost and abandoned, redeemed by one willing to bend.

Without love a forest is empty, of all it could possibly be.
Without love a rescue can’t happen, in the midst of life’s turbulent sea.
When the woodsman bends in his passing, to share love that sets him free,
More than mute forest is witness to love’s deepest mystery.

Jim Davis

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