A WALK IN THE WOODS

In this cathedral, the maple tree

ushers me into the presence of Love to pray.

I marvel at the wind,

how it takes time to dance with each leaf.

I walk in the consistency of confession

and repentance.

I walk in the rhythm of grace.

Left foot, confession,

Right foot, forgiveness.

Left foot, repentance,

Right foot, forgiveness,
and on down the hill.