Long

The wilderness is alive

a holy place of presence 

Deep within the forest 

My hard countenance softens 

The trees witness 

The ground below 

The ethereal rising above 

Millions of connections 

That we might never know 

Remember the long days 

A longer stretch of road 

The one we discover

By walking on quietly 

Over stones

Through mountain paths

Braving the cold, wet caves

Seeking a secret of safety

Though we might be alone

It is adrenaline-driven 

To walk out to peace

But imagine it this way

We lost something in the forest

We brought something back 

We are tired

We are frustrated 

We are angry 

We are breathing 

We are loving 

We are letting go 

The hard questions 

We take back with us 

For faith in tomorrow 

Planting a tiny seed

It may not blossom 

In my remaining days 

And after I’m gone 

BUT it might heal

Someone who is lost 

Someone whose pain I evidence 

In their cold, half-smiles 

Sometimes we are hard to love 

This is not our dismay 

There are moments 

That hold you up 

Until you’re standing on your own 

You might find yourself 

rolling down hills 

Incomplete and beloved

A song of long suffering 

Whose lyric is engraved 

On the stones of the deep

The meaning we discover 

The meaning of these long days

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KrisFisher 

02/MAR