Lost
David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Pray: Psalm 40
I waited for You,
and You heard my cry.
You picked me up
from the mire I was in,
from the bog that was my life.
You picked me up
and put me on solid ground.
You put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to You.
I will sing a new song,
for You,
to You,
because of You.
