In the Footsteps of the Mystics

Following the high road
Of ancient men and women
With wrong? ideas and right passionate hearts;
Here the leaves are strange as stars

Leaves and stars charged 
With a wonder I never saw
But now seeing the Invisible
Held within and holding all His world
Ever warm from the oven of His imagination

In the world you see
You may be many things
But here the best you will be is a child
For the unfolding of wonders outruns discovery
And that is another wonder.

If you're made of the right stuff
You'll never get used to it
                                             Wilf 08/2006