untitled poem, from 6/22/04

They will exist forever in my dreams,
Unchanged, my childhood memories
Undimmed
The grassy shadowed paths,
Dappled in sunlight
Strewn with faded leaves of autumn past
I will walk them once more.
My footsteps softly pressing
Into the dark dirt and mossy slopes
Or crunching up a sunlit hill,
Scattering gravel and acorns dropped
By squirrels.
They will forever be mine,
The trees of my growing up
Always the place of refuge and peace
Where my soul could rest
My eyes close
My spirit find the Spirit in the wind.
They are mine.
They are ephemeral, lit in my mind's eye
With an otherworldly light
Glowing golden,
Softly shimmering green
Brilliant in a thousand brightened leaves
Touched in sunlight
That beamed through pure white clouds
Out of a wide blue sky
That stretched further than my eye
Could see.
But that I knew
Was held in my Father's hand.