On a walk
Down the drive
At the fork
Take a right
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to go
At the rise
I plunge into ferns playing under trees’ crinolines,
Little boys peaking up skirts
Finding forbidden knowledge
Needed to prove their worth as boys.
I have moved past this youth
To find something different
In between green leaves:
An invitation to meet God.
Knowledge whose worth none can measure
Draws me to the stump of a chopped tree,
Moss covered, a throne in need of a prince.
I climb to perch, look down on my domain.
I yield the art of God
To the Painter who knows how to preserve
His beauty. Absorbed into veins, it mixes
Until time reveals how my heart has changed.
Into this moment,
I cannot rush,
No place to
No place to
I arrive with
His divine invite.
A field of young ferns
Look up to me aloft on my stump,
Not any wiser than when among them,
I climb down to be among them again.
They whisper at this fool,
But I can hear nothing.
If these ferns could climb they’d see
Collecting water in their leaves,
Letting it drip back into the dirt
To start over again… is everything.
I feel stillness and in the silence
Hear my invitation to meet God.