Everything has its way,
a great, unmissable [[way]]
and we walkers
of the wilderness within
without which we won't survive,
[[here]] to do the work
and [[trust]] we'll find Your track
as we wander, lost,
[[through]] the gift of an ebony grove
growing beyond what we could want.

Wait well, wayfarer:
this wonder is for a wary few,
wide awake to the way it all
[[will]]s us to listen.