The Clouds of My Unknowing

I wake to voices

In the wood,

Their song in flowered boughs earth's melodies.

I labour in silence

Content to be

Alone in deep communion with the day.

And then I rest

Tired and torn

By sorrow and the suffering I've seen.

Night comes slow

Though hardly peace,

I live a stranger in my spirit's home.

I fall asleep

Gazing at trees,

The clouds of my unknowing drifting by.