Alms for the Spirit by Candice James - HTML preview

Under a Tent of Trees

I lay beneath the drums of heaven

stoking the thunder in the clouds,

safe from the wet,

under a tent of leafy trees.

as my mind bends the fabric of time

Snowflakes drift idly by,

just beyond the breeze.

Summer’s gone

and so are summer dreams

childhood’s gone

and so are childish things.

A covey of indecisive birds

wing by on a prayer and a sigh

in perfect synchronicity

with the drums of heaven

as I lay under a tent of trees

waiting,

waiting …

for wisdom to arrive