Touch of Heather

I just found this moments ago —
lines from a poem by Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

faucon, PST
………………………………………………………………

In the hush of Spring weather,
with the bees in budding heather,
and the white clouds floating, floating,
and the sunshine falling broad;
While my children down the hill
Run and leap, and I sit still,
Through the silence, through the silence
art though calling, O my God?

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faucon

Male, 62 - owner of an eclectic retreat center called Sakin'el in Knoxville, TN. Author of many books listed on lulu.com

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