"A Prayer" amongst Giants
A Prayer:
Lord,
this canopy of redwoods
holds Your air, here
I salute, Your gift in creation: this
forest: a stamp
on my soul, a renewal
of breath, in the rim
of pine needles,
sweeping, against the flimsy
light of Your presence,
reigning above my small
frame, revealing
Your prayer:
come,
come convicted
my child, step out
full throttle: first go,
as I have asked of you:
to reconcile: this seed you need
to plant, here: in the soil
beneath your feet, hence
my leading: to the trees —
second climb, this bridge
of the Fallen Giant:
girth of its trunk, its cracks
as your path, above
the earth, but I
will not forsake you; I
know you wander from home
in deference to my essence; it’s
echo falls through
these blankets of branches,
till you see, my hands hold
your heart’s cusp, I
am forgiveness, sprinkling
in fallen leaves: anointing
this terrain, entrusted to you,
to seek my signpost,
as rustling breeze,
inflates Your lungs: cease,
as dust sifts
through all edges
of these woods, sacrifice,
since once you root
within my whist;
I at once will confess: how
I love you so
Lord,
I tie
the clay, my limbs,
to your light, grounded
in love, but where
are You leading?
