in a sea of wildflowers
with chipmunks chattering at my feet, and me
so much a part of the breeze that my being
Let me be lost in a place
without signposts, where sorrel and vines
grow free. Let me find my own path
in His peace , where nothing in sight
was created by man.
Let me wound nothing
and let nothing wound me, no more
than a sting or the bite of a thorn,
for such are the wounds
that heal without scarring.