that forgotten place  

Where the grey light meets the green air
The hermit's chapel, the pilgrim's prayer
		- T.S. Eliot, Landscapes  III

There’s a place that time’s forgotten 
beyond the hermit’s chapel
   beyond the pilgrim’s prayer
Brooks burble with words of wonder 
and chirrups fill the air

There among larkspur and bluebell
a bed of softest moss
   a symphony of sweet sad strains
Desires dance in Celtic knots
creatures graze without a care

When the woes become too dark
and burdens bear you down
   seek the grey light, the green air
The stillness of the earth, my child
may the pathways lead you there

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Josephine LoRe’s words have been put to music, danced, and integrated into visual art.  Her poetry has been published in ten countries including FreeFall and Vallum in Canada, Tiny Seed journal and the Fixed & Free anthology in the United States, England’s Constellate magazine, and Ireland’s The Same Page anthology. She has two collections of poetry and photography, Unity and The Cowichan Series. 

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