A Walk through the Forest

Seeping through families of oaks, Surrounded by pines, laurels and all… Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe, Silent like the peace I find here, Enclosed in their embrace, Soft music of dove and robin, praising, Ever praising with their easy tweet, Tempering the woods with their melodies, So old, yes, so old… Breathlessly praising, Stirring the wonder often lying, Secreted beside cool streams, Abandoned by moss-grown stones, Laughing, gurgling, gushing… With liquid wonder, blessing spirits, Risking their most intimate beauties, Lingering in amused giggles, Calm as the silent grace… Gentling the wind, the wind’s faint Struggle to bring with it, A sense of God’s music, His mystery, Hesitating to break through, Intensity, powerful as the cloudless skies, Yes, those cloudless skies… Escaping the darkness of a lazy afternoon, Screaming a warning, rumbles of thunder, Defeated by the flashes of lightening, Blazing across the silk sky, Glancing over the aching trails, Strewn with dried leaves, maples, Poplars and oaks, pine needles, Moments expressed… Soundless colors, shimmering On the edge of a prayer, Mostly peaceful, but ever aware… God is there – oh, yes, He is there. Like the wildflowers, Scattered on the distant dreams, Unfolding blossoms for the soul, Flourishing buds, Crimson and soft, buttery blond, Violets, wild and willful, Pondering the sense of joy, Magnificent… Breaking through the seas, Seas of laughing scenes, lonely – Never lonely in the forest, Where I go for the stillness, the calm, The lingering touch of silence, Blessings from One who knows me, Knows just what my soul needs… These forest walks with Him, Who gives me a reason to believe, Believe that I can find solace, In the music of this melodious forest!