From my Retreat

Christ in the Wilderness Retreat

11/23/2021

I step off the mown path

To the trail of the deer.

I find where in the meadow

They’ve lain.

Wary of pellets sprinkled about

I rest on a bed they had made.

With closed eyes, on Gaia’s lap,

I hear the pine trees breathe.

The power of the sun cuts gently through

Touching my cheek.

A blue jay speaks up.

The breeze whispers “shhhh.”

I wait for what is to come.

With Christ in the wilderness at my side

We speak not even a word.

In the meadow

On the trail

Where the deer

Made their bed

We linger,

We stay,

We are.

A Thanksgiving Walk

11/25/2021

This Thanksgiving morning

I went for a walk.

In the meadow some turkeys

I startled.

They gobbled and gobbled

And ran about.

We live! We live!

We live!

What a wonderful gift

Those fowl had be given,

To know they’re alive

And they breathe.