If we walk softly in the spiritual places, we can hear the faith of others,
and our condemning them will be erased, dissipating into the trees – with the balm
of compassion. We were never meant to be judges, only seekers
walking our trails in the woods, with occasional streaks
of light, and with hearts willing to listen
to the signs we are given.
Do you hear them?
Look for the streaks of light,
and the reflections.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies