the hidden faces

Into the woods

trees, strong, young and old

trees breaking, leaning to another



branches gathered to grace a curve

under a tree I bow to pass

or skirt around an uprooted one



Into the woods

a liminal space

to rest and pray


a contemplative mind to see

a fallen tree gives life

new saplings rising


I hear an echo, a voice:

“your life is not about you

but about God,

about the people you have to love,

about the people you have to serve”

-hidden spring.


photos: Windmill Trail, one of the trails  on the grounds at San Damiano Retreat House, Danville,CA