EnQuest

[Rob]

EnQuest



I need not wake the neighbors,


nor have a secret that I keep


or shoot the birds that sing my soul,
,
nor put a buffalo to sleep.



I am to watch the cardinals,


and the children as they play,


then someday I might notice,


even that beneath the day.



Set my life to that which hides,


open hearted for those who pray,


where my life is on its notice,


the eagle tries to find a way.



Walk slowly with my eyes,


be at ease with what I tell,


touch my wound until it blesses,


trust my dreams, they know me well.



Slow my pace, don’t build large walls,


or be famous beyond the land,


turn my strength until I find,


what cries inside, will take my hand.



Find the stones that look at me

,
feel the wind for where it goes,


find the spot that has its life,


taste the water, where silence flows.



What remains when all has gone,


contains the treasure of the slow,


help me wake, for what I find,


will lie beneath the snow.