The Quiet Ones

We are faded, invisible, and sometimes pale to insignificance.

Sleeping?

No.

There is a translucent shine, like moonlight filtering through trees in a forest.

A heart light, shining out for all that we believe in.   

Do not assume lack of words mean lack of wisdom.

Our eyes are quick.

And our vision is clear.

We have strength within more akin to a bear than a human

Yet we are guided beneath the light of angels wings.

The Quiet Ones © Karen Davis

Pictures from a day out at the Cotswold Sculpture park near Cirencester Gloucestershire. Do pop in for a visit if you are nearby, you won't be disappointed. £1 of the £5 entry fee goes to Oak and Furrows wildlife rescue. Isn't that great!