“A wish for you; an acorn in your pocket and pine needles in your shoe.” Anonymous
Sensual winds, swirling between the trees;
overturning fallen leaves, slipping under broken limbs
lumbering pine needles, creating cyclones
that circled and rolled a large,
golden brown, acorn at my feet.
I knelt and whispered:
Oh my God open my heart so I can see
So that my mind can soul the truth I know
Let me hear Your Love; that chimes the light
Into life and silences the dark by showing me the moon
I will close my eyes and rest my mind
Letting this day drift away as testimony
Of my trials
Let the dusk welcome me with the fruits of my day
And let me sleep in the shelter of Your Grace
I have no lamb to sacrifice, nor special gift to wrap
Let me sleep at Your feet knowing You
And who I am
With all my love
Owls hoot! Dark shadows dart! dry twigs snap!
Sinking sun chased by dusk, races across my path.
Picking my way, boot soles roll
over small unstable rocks.
Flashing fireflies signal brightly,
the ticking of eventide.
Twilight diamonds peek through the rising mist and waking fog;
aroma, discreet, sweet, without the scent of fear.
I find myself at the edge of the woods,
smelling the distant village fires.
Lighting my lamp,
I find the acorn in my pocket;