The miracle under the old trees

 he said come down to the bench where I have an invisible fountain
come there for fortified Godtime where the brilliant flame they can't see burns between the old trees
So I followed the thin shadow of light over the sweat trail broken fences mundane morning faces
He said make your way through this life between what has been abandoned and what is kept

I went to my only chair beneath the old trees and the swift soft morning feel
The grand one I fathom to know handed me a beaded rosary and told me of the five powers 
The secret you all don't know right there in the open blessed area peace freedom eternal sunlight
The invisible ears listening to me in my silence minutes into years