Memories of the Forest


Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads

just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting

to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping

over a tree down, and yet

I wonder if the forest will remember

how warm the summer felt, and autumn

bursting, and the beautiful

rain, washing us.


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“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, let there be light, and there was light.”


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quote from the NIV Bible

Of the Plants and the Seas


In the beginning there were only the plants, and the seas,

teaching our spirits yet to be born, to reach

up, and to reach out. As an after thought

people were invented much later.


And the earth still longs for us,

to learn the ways

of the plants

and seas.


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Sunlight through the Pine Trees


When I look up and search the heavens I don’t see a face

smiling or angry, but I do see the spirit of all

that was made, still strong in the branches

of the pine trees, and there is

something encouraging

being said, as the light

shines straight

into my soul.


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Every Day is a Miracle


While rock bands scream that there is no Madonna

and the talking heads mumble they’ve never seen a miracle,

the creation quietly waits for us, with silent petals opening.

Streams dance, and oceans crash – declaring the truth

that we are loved, eternally.


And every day is a miracle,

for those with eyes that can see.


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If We Walk Softly


If we walk softly in the spiritual places, we can hear the faith of others,

and our condemning them will be erased, dissipating into the trees – with the balm

of compassion. We were never meant to be judges, only seekers

walking our trails in the woods, with occasional streaks

of light, and with hearts willing to listen

to the signs we are given.

Do you hear them?

Look for the streaks of light,

and the reflections.


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As I Wander Through the Woods


As I wander through the woods, a light rain

begins. You were here once singing

to me of weeping.


But now the nuthatch darts

from branch to branch, and a dove

coos softly in the distance, where

is his mate, his love?


Circling the pond, a turtle boldly pokes his head

breaking the surface of the water

and I realize, it’s ok now

to believe we are made,

and to know

with confidence.


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“When we love people, we give them hope.”