I sought a walk in a quiet wood
so that my mind could wander,
wonder at nature’s beauty,
hear natural things to ponder.
The babbling brook was selective
speaking just in dribbles.
The muted leaves were secretive
sharing none of the wind’s riddles.
The sounds I heard most loudly
which silenced all the rest
were my own steps below me,
a most unwelcome guest.
Give God Your Yes 