God in the Forest Thursday, September 18, 2025

I believe in more than the outside’s above.

I believe in me.

The self I feel,

The self I know,

The self that witnesses it all,

That is what I believe in.

But I’ve never failed to feel small in the forest.

In the forest, I stand tall but

these giants, these elders,

Voices soft and ragged, they speak kindly.

They’ve seen more days than I can imagine.

They’ve stared at the sky even longer than I.

They are not jaded, however. Offering homes to even the termintes when they are in need.

I shrink.

I genuflect at this altar cellulose and resign myself.

I’ve never had trouble finding God when there are trees nearby.