On the outskirts of chaos you’ll find them,
rising out of the earth in greens and browns and greys.
And in their presence they demand of you two things,
respect for one, and the other; reflection.
It’s not as if you haven’t seen them before but the reminder
they give never gets old.
There, in the quiet. the giants sleep.
Immobile and grand
patient and forgiving.
And therein the reminder rings louder than
the calls of the gulls by the cliff,
Patient, grand, forgiving.
There, in the quiet, truth enters the heart.
Not creation, but the Creator.