The Forest For The Trees

We saw her when we gazed on her with Neolithic eyes
and felt that close connection to the stars in deepest skies
but the closer that we come to her, the more we drift apart;
knowing her body inch by inch; never knowing her heart.

Her spirit is alive within the grass and in the trees;
it reaches out to you with fingers of sunlight and rain;
you feel her stroke upon your hair with soft and gentle breeze
and part of her is deep within your body, heart and brain.

Yet you’re blind as a whaler who is murdering a whale
or a transatlantic slaver hurling lives into the sea
or the peeping toms with telescopes and microscopes who fail
to see a mind behind all that pretty anatomy.

But it’s a frontier as exciting as stars far above
or the deepest depths to which someone can dive;
a frontier of the human heart, just reaching out with love;
of believing and perceiving She’s alive.