Down the path.
Into the forest.
Warm, lively soil beneath my bare feet.
I smell nature.
I feel one with God's creation.
I pause.
And lay down.
Everything is moving.
Making way for the weight it's now pressured by.
Reacting to pressure.
Reacting is law.
Reaction is necessary.
The soil smells like it's alive.
Breathing, growing.
Holding it's breathe until is escapes from the grip of my skin.
I get up.
Ignoring the filth on my bare legs and arms.
I run.
Leap across the stream.
And find a steeper gulf to rinse off in.
Running.
Running.
Running.
Faster.
Faster.
Deeper.
Into the forest.
To find you.
To experience you.
But my travel is part of my experience.
Help me to realize and appreciate, Father.
Help me to understand what you have in store for me.
Love.