Questions at White Cliffs

Silence and bliss,
peaceful, serene.
The cliffs of white chalk
are more than they seem.
Showing us Visions,
leading our dreams.
Giving us hope,
renewing the scene.

A space that is sacred
to us -- The Three.
A view of the skies,
up above the trees.
The birds call, far away;
the river flows by.
The shadows in rock,
as the time flies.

A Vision, a Dream,
of things that will be.
Faces in rock,
shown to The Three.
Things we will do,
things we have done.
Paths we shall follow,
together, alone.

The sun settles down,
shadows change in the rock.
Birds overhead,
flying in flocks.
Pentacle Rock, and the
Visions it's shown,
In the sacred cliffs
made of white stone.

Where are we going?
what's the Journey to be?
What is the answer
given to Three?
Somewhere within,
a Vision will come.
At White Cliffs,
inside the limestone.