The mark upon the Hawthorn branch Points silently to the Oak Which alone stands within The very heart of the grove Carved upon the tree Sometime ages and ages hence Yet still visible but only for those Whose trained eyes know where to look For they know Who really is "Friend of my soul" ⁂

Throwing Pebbles

I throw pebbles at your windows When too silent you have been And you marvel at the things I know Despite what I have not seen . You throw pebbles at my windows And I wonder how you know Exactly what I need to hear To make my soul's shine glow