I hear you in the silence of the trees The Wilderness, they called it once, found in many places. Walking now, my heart sees the past, time before this darkened ground rang with battle, ran with blood. Monuments now mark what happened then. At sunset figures walk these fields anew. Old laments are sung again. Again they rise. And yet There is time for hope. When pipers call across dark hills and through wild glens. Winds of autumn rise, snows of winter fall still there is time for peace and knowing again Bright hope in our hearts, through love’s lasting line In the silence of trees God’s grace to find. Kerry Dexter is a writer, photographer, and educator. Her writing on the arts has appeared in national Geographic Traveller, Strings, Journey to Scotland, Ireland and the Americas, and other publications, and her poetry has been published in The Stony Thursday Book and the journal Revival. Currenlty, she is working on a book about Irish American musicians. This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.