Wild Perspectives

The scene remains the same—
while I have changed— perspectives
fading from limitless shrines of selfies
into purposeful sets—once forgotten

I repent—breathing in life’s aroma
letting nature return my weary soul
absorbing my grey pigments of torment
once veiled behind obscure curtains

Alone, I respect all the minuscule stuff
thriving in this ever-dependent home
clutching the merciful green mysteries
of God’s grandest of creative works

I leave His glory unbroken—peaceably
as a solemn shrine to marvelous grace
born within the cosmos of a sacred aria
always singing redeeming solace to me

And as I pray in my forest wilderness
for hope, light, and spiritual vitality
I rediscover nature’s place inside of me
rather than my place inside of nature