A WALK INTO THE WOODS

Standing in the middle of the Forest,

Feet firmly planted on the crisp and
                         crunchy pathway that leads home.

The last leaf is layered like a carpet beneath

the tall oak tree.

Bowing to it's  majesty and grandeur.

Remembering lush green days of springtime,

 limbs flit and fluttering in the early winter breeze.

Remembering the tapestry of color

weaving its heart through the landscape.

So rich in hue that only God's

palette could hold

                            the rich and
regal spectrum we call Fall.

I look up, up up up to the one lone

leaf hanging on,

                              not quite ready to
give into the winter winds.

With arms stretched up to heaven,

the tall oak trees point to God
                         pointing back to them.

Listen!   Listen!

In the silence of the forest I hear
                         God's symphony
                                      sounding
the song of nature.

I hear the thump  thump  thump
             of a loving heart .
                                        feeling..
Feeling the presence of God.

The presents of God,
       wrapped in brightly colored
ribbons ....
Ready to be unwrapped.

The hymn is clear and simple,
    God is in this moment and
this moment is in God.

A walk into the woods is a walk

into God's sanctuary.

The sanctuary that God calls home.