I go to the woods, for You are there.
You, fully in attendance
in every leaf and bough,
replenish my soul
with the sigh of the wind.

I come here to be with You,
where You dwell most presently,
to spin out the content of my heart,
and be regaled
with green-black silences
and the living canopy
of nature’s cathedral.

I go to the woods to recharge,
to drink my fill of You.
Please—
Grow a forest in my heart
that I might carry You everywhere.

Lori Strawn, Prayables