I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

Wendell Berry. “Woods.”

May I settle into belonging
here in the humble majesty
of the verdant, breathing cathedral
of this forest . . .
I want nothing
but to be alive
with Wild Grace.”

Chelan Harkin