A Walk with God

The morning, feeling trapped and burdened in the news

Three cups of coffee and a boring cereal I choose

The early morning tasks are hard I find

The private trails beckon leaving civilization behind.

The gate cannot fast enough open wide

As into the woods and trails I slide,

Leaving clothes, keys, and cares in a pile,

Needing to wander, walk, and talk to God a while.

Carrying lust and shame and sin and need

In his natural world on His love to feed,

With prayer and steps and a little time

The world seems brighter and the sun does shine.

The cleansing walk in the woods has the desired effect

An hour or so of wind, sun and warmth on my body and neck

I am now loving and feeling in God’s sanctuary

So all life’s burdens my soul can carry!