Walking on this quiet path
I see trees leaning their patterned branches into the wind.
I see old walls;
Gravestones lined up against one wall.
I see a sparrow
and some greenish lichen where the wall protrudes.
How good this silence sounds
To my inner ear.
Like Hopkin’s silence
Elected,now exalted…
Sing to me
And I will hear you.
Speak to me and I will praise you.
In each lineament of this world
We see you.
In each flower and leaf
Your name is written.
How my heart sings 