In The Woods


A amazing poem by a talented writer.

Signs From the Other Side

Photo by R.E. Howell

The woods were my home. 
Unfettered freedom there. 
Leaping over fallen trees,
Competing with no one but myself. 
Running until I was out of breath and gulping-
A fish out of water.
Dreams blown in all directions
like the dandelions I used to scatter. 
No time to stop and make sense of them. 
A barefoot wanderer searching for God. 
Always searching for God. 

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