a druid way…

Brazos Bend 4

a found poem from Frederick Buechner’s Brendan

a druid way of saying God –
the rustling of oak leaves,
the sound of shallow waves against the rocks,
the feel of mist drifting knee deep
over the blue folds and hollows of the hills.

~ Rebekah Choat

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