Sunday, December 11, 2005

Forest paradox



Forest paradox

Across the fertile fields the forest beckons
foreboding and beautiful --
Promising peace and splendor in lovely
Trees and dells,
Yet holding hint of danger from wild
Denizens and spells:
A thrill of beauty,
A chill of shadow
A rill of peril.
But if beautiful, then why foreboding?
And if perilous, then why compelling?
A paradox of life that I must enter to be complete...

Written while walking the forest fields near my Pennsylvania hometown

1 comment:

Allen Patterson said...

Beautiful poem, brother!

I sense your forest as new adventures with God, things not seen before, depths of shadow and light - a new calling as it were, with many delightful yet dangerous places.

Go with God!!