Face to face…I see you and through you I see me. I am more than my doubts bigger than my fears and when all my efforts come up short…
When all my efforts come up short
and pleading and howling
my hopes are reduced to naught
I am caught in the dark
lost beaten stripped naked
with every nerve wracked and fraught
then I go to the forest and sit in the rain
letting Life wash through me
and purify me again
and drop by drop by drop
I become a living prayer
and I flow back into this world
trusting
and touching
and caring
and knowing
that all my efforts will come up short
but doing it anyway again
Being in nature can be truly powerful and you manage to convey this so eloquently with your poem.
We all need to find that place in the forest. I really like this poem.
This is an intriguing work Tim, and for me that's a positive. If you're interested it was the killer line
" I become a living prayer and I flow back into this world" that caught me, hook, line and sinker.