Through countless Carolina pines
I pace forest paths two and three times
Sharing lanes with dragonflies
And what thoughts that I’ve been dreaming.
These visions don’t seem far away
But through the thick and guiding fray
Shape is obscured; clarity delayed
Are they my dreams I’ve been dreaming?
Each little stone in path and wall
And all the creepers that on them crawl
Whisper words and lovely calls;
The way toward what I’ve been dreaming.
The butterflies and sunlight nod
Down along the path I trod
And speak without words the words of God
And of Him whom I’ve been dreaming.