Joyful Ruins

Out in this wilderness

I feel I must escape

Run through the trees

and find “the path”

but You

do not ask that of me

You are in no hurry

You point out

the needles of the pines

that catch the sun

and feed the tree

You stop along

the stream

and bid me watch

the water trickling

unconcerned

unhurried

to reach a path

to find the answers

You find Your home here

in the wild

where beauty exists

untamed

where curiosity

goes on forever

and there is no path