The Coucal’s Call

How can a garden move without moving?
Nothing stirs, but a still suspense
drops ripples in spiritual sense.

As mists drift from waters unwoken,
and weave like the sounds of the stream
which pour from a hidden coucal’s dream,

this layered stillness, this rich revelation
puts no words to dawn’s release,
only peace.

And day to day, the speech pours forth
in peace and life to make me blessed
to urge belief, and enter rest.

What raging stillness fills my soul!
The Spirit moves like winds unseen
to stir and sweep my strivings clean.

This layered stillness, this rich revelation
puts no words to dawn’s release,
but shows the need for gospel peace.

The Falcon’s Eyes

What do you see in the falcon's eyes? 

This is no wandering heart, no listless gaze.
Look how the wind batters its face, ruffling its body in flight.
Apart from its will, it will not be moved.

The falcon remains, not swooping loose,
not crying out empassioned calls,
but steady, poised. There is purpose in those eyes.

Purpose which flows through its wings and tail.
Purpose brewed in the deep wells of its mind,
fixing its eyes to search intently,
and find.