In this forest of dancing trees,
haunting sounds slip among waving branches.
Cries and groans chill the air
as though someone is screaming from pain.
I crane my head this way and that
trying to find the injured rabbit,
lost fawn
or maybe a trapped raccoon.
Soon I see it’s the wind blowing
the trees against each other,
rubbing their limbs
the way we do in our days.
We souls must brush against each other
abrading the bark that shields us,
making us vulnerable,
open to receive.
The groans, the screeches,
are really a love song that escapes our lips.
Its lyrics say, “Please, Beloved,
help me know You.”
In that opening,
the haunting departs,
replaced by an orchestra:
the crack, a glee of percussion,
the whine, a lilting flute
the wail, rolling waves of cello,
weaving the profound symphony
of Divine love.
Beautiful, thank you!
Thank you for reading, Chloe! 💚
What an enchantingly creative way to express finding the Divine lessons in our stressful experiences, or the pony behind the pile of poop.
Thank you, Niki. Your metaphor is apt as well. Life is so beautiful when we take the time to view from on high.
Thank you Lesley your words ring so very true as I visited my Green Cathedral this morning on my spiritual morning walk in the forest.
Thank you, John. It warms my heart thinking about you out there in a lush Oregon forest.
Beautiful forest poetry!!!
Dearest Lesley,
The intensity of your poem is matched perfectly for these times. For those of us who work on the front lines, peace and acknowledgment of purpose comes only by honoring each clash, each obstruction, each mockery, each gesture of envy, and each lie. I have learned that by giving away some of my heart, all the while knowing what has transpired, I may be providing an opportunity for light to enter in. ❤️