Whether desert or jungle or lost upon

a range of mountains,

where there is no clean water or fountain

(or anything at all),

those places most forgotten or barren

and filled with the wild things of this life,

rife with beauty

and trees

and seas

all lonely and wonderful;

here, in the quietness, is found the works of the maker

(every bit savored).

And if you hold very still,

He will come to you like a breeze—

and meet you in that jungle of trees.

 

anthony forrest