With open senses, I
meander through,
A garden of
variety, so carefully tended to.
Tamed and trimmed,
the plants and trees are beautiful and yet contained.
In the space their
glory may shine,
With the spirit of
the divine.
Effortless and
beautiful in their own right,
They
shine humbly in God's light.
Am I too that
beautiful?
The caresses of
cattail grasses and velvet leaves envelop me with warmth and comfort,
The bubbling and
babbling of a stream of coy fish filled with mothers and daughters,
Some branches are
tangled, some stems are thorned, and others, they are adorned,
with lavishly
colored flowers, ornamental fruit, and cones.
The low roar of
waves enveloping the sandy shores below washes over me and nurtures
me as familiar and unknown as the
life bearing waters of our mothers,
Holding the mystery
and majesty of all life,
Filled with dreams,
fears, monsters, and awesome might-
The wilderness,
Magnificence in its
own right.
Unchartered, like my depths, wild and divine.
