Learning Lament, by Raynna Myers

I stood at the forest’s edge
Then I unshod my feet
I found there
The ground was soft
The air’s scent was sweet

I entered
I Iooked up, into the fir trees
Let their leaves dripping rain
Roll over my forehead
Anoint me

I heard there a whisper
Come close and listen
Let moss surround you
Look at the tree’s wrinkles
And its beard move in the breeze

Age old and old age
Two things they will teach
Come close and listen
Now, speak, ho! shout
Everything you unveil

It only reveals your trust in Me

Lament loud and long, my friends. It too is faith.