Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Pastoral

Perhaps I Was In Heaven

The trees were as cathedrals,
Twas a temple of a kind—
A place one seeks redemption,
And others peace-of-mind.

And I was surely born again
Within that sacred wood—
Where sentinels, by God’s own Hand
For centuries have stood.

And ever since I wonder,
Was the forest but a dream?
The feather-ferns and flora;
The diamond-studded stream?

But reverie, or reality,
Does it matter anyway?
Knowing I’m a better man
Since that extraordinary day.

Perhaps I was in Heaven,
Could a forest somehow be?
I don’t suppose it matters, though,
It was heavenly to me!

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Charmaine Chircop July 12, 2019 at 4:08 PM Heavenly it must have been. Charmaine Chircop July 13, 2019 at 8:09 AM You should visit those woods more oftenly :). No books yet..Just a poem here and there ,a lyric song and some haiku in journals.I still have a lot to learn before thinking of publishing a book.Did you publish any books?I believe you did from the way you write and you're so up to date with the poetry forms. Kenneth R. Merrill July 12, 2019 at 5:18 PM The Redwoods, such an extraordinary and humbling place. I’ve started on my free verse about a winters night in the woods. Lately, though, it’s one distraction after the next—but I’ll get there, inspired by your wonderfully descriptive verse. And, sincerely, I appreciate your taking the time to read some of my writes, and to further comment—the feedback being a welcome encouragement. Thank you, Charmaine. I appreciate your kindness and skill. Have you managed a book yet?

Caren Krutsinger July 6, 2019 at 5:32 AM I adore the woods; I have lived in them twice. This is my second house in the woods. "Where sentinels, by God’s own Hand For centuries have stood." - exactly! I have to think you were in the woods when you wrote this. Kenneth R. Merrill July 6, 2019 at 1:16 PM Close. I had to call upon the Muse to help me recollect my day amongst the Redwoods—a humbling experience, indeed.