Today I Came Looking





Today I came to this woods looking for a poem
and this is what I found:

In the distance,
in the trees,
luminescent waves of foggy sunlight pierce everything,
delivering the energy of Life,
the love of God.

A bird floats back and forth and becomes transparent—
a foggy lumination playing in white and yellow currents
riding on the exhalation of God’s breath.

I won’t hurry too quickly from this place.
I won’t say I’ll be back tomorrow.

For this light … this particular tantalizing light,
is the face of Holiness.

©photo and poem by

In The Forest

dforest

In The Forest

In the forest
she learned a language
a new vocabulary
not of words but of winds
of light, shadow texture,
a coverlet of silence
understood by newts and lichens

The moon knows this talk
and the clouds and sky
Where her spirit’s poetry
swells in worship of fern and toad,
a tumbling of wind words,
a rush of bird speak,
the language of sight and smell and touch.

A windy ocean in the trees
Spirits descending like fog,
The forest holds her grief and joy
And shadows by the front door
have no more power.

©photo and poem by caf