whispered wanderings

as of late, i have found myself wandering about in the near woods after the dark descends. this usually involves the old pair of jeans with the pocket on the leg, my worn out red tennis shoes, a hooded jacket, and an old stainless steel flashlight that my parents bought me when i was seven (which goes into the aforementioned pocket). tonite it came in handy for avoiding the downed power-line. although, there was a lovely moon, and i probably could have done without the torch. up at my front door i heard the gurggling water from the creek below in counterpoint to the frogs that called to one another. i don't know what it is about sitting in the almost too cold glow of the disk of starry-silverness that makes the woods turn magic, but i can faintly see the will o' the wisps giggle down the trail at the invocation of the faerie-pipes. on silvery nites like this, i believe anything is possible. nothing seems too big for the GOD of heaven when you are swallowed by the silvery-green smell, the giant moon-disk above, and the embrace of the weeping trees. tonite we whispered. there would be no spell breaking. so we whispered and then we laughed (quietly so as not to disrupt the will o' the wisps). and He whispered back: "nothing is impossible to him who believes." and i am sure of what i heard.