As I entered the trail, lingering March winds pushed the canopy of tree tops one way and the other,
all at the same time, yet I was quickly surrounded by the gentleness of the forest,
a safe place deep in the coolness of the earth.
The wildflowers were blue this time, while the vanity of the woodpecker could be heard
in the distance. And I wondered how far a prayer could travel, certainly beyond the poplar and oak trees…
I understood then, how peace walked this earth, from the very beginning.
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