The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began
searching through those deep woods trails
the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though
the certainty of owls wings in the night
that mist will burn away,
and that the Almighty declared….
we were never alone.
We each will find our way.
Poetry and Image Copyright © 2015, revised 2021 rivers renewed
Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015