In The Woods

wood-chapel

 

 

 

In The Woods

 

I am born into darkness

Surrounded by solitude

The unknown seeps in

Like the cold of thin air

Shapes form before my eyes

Autumn leaves come alive

Restless hands to the sky

 

Patiently I wait listening

Woodland companions stir

Another dawn awakens

The quarry of my soul is at hand

Born not by the labor of men

Crafted from something more

I am baptized in a cathedral of trees

 

Came not looking for answers

Nor bringing the world with

For only in the woods

Do I find myself alive

Whole again without haste

Beauty beyond all imagine

Comfort beyond all need

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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