Cathedral

 

People bring it all to the forest:

worry

joy

serenity

grief –

the ready-made confessional

where we

whisper our sins to the ripening berries

and the promiscuous bees…

they understand.

 

Each step puzzles out aches

of the mind

and

confusions of the heart.

 

Wandering in and out of

light and shadow

in search of

clarity

or

clear vantage points

from which to view

the mountain peaks

or

treasures hidden in valleys.

It’s the true,

what they say,

we really cannot see

the forest for the trees

but while we are there,

face to

moss bearded face

with these mute priests of the grove,

we are contented

to have the solitude,

the sacred space

to whisper confessions

to the

rose hips or

spotted foliage

and

unfetter ourselves

from care.

 

(c) R.L. Elke 2016