into the forest

Did I find God in the forest?

Did I find peace?

Can I confuse the two,

Or have one without the other?

The trees are my god.

The mountain is the alter

At which I lay all my fears

Only to have them find me at the bottom.

The trail is the proving ground,

But I don’t know what I’m proving,

Other than that I am human,

Prone to irrational insecurities.

Did I find God in the forest?

No.

But I did find me.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

great flow in this poem i enjoyed reading this keep up the good work