There is an ancient forest within my soul

Or a soul, blowing in the wind through an ancient forest within my chest

There, at the center of this ancient forest, a gnarled table within the center of my soul 

Everything I need is here, within the forest, in the space between God and I, resting, sitting at the center of my soul

There is no strain, no noise, no thought at the center of my soul

There is only room for who I am, at the table, and in the space, between and in the trees

Within the wild things

There is a listening, a watching, in the quiet of the soul within the forest

Only God, true God, in love, wanders the forest within my soul, within God, within the center of my soul 

An invitation 

To come and sit

Be silent and be

Healed through and above

Because and in spite of 

Only present at the center of my soul

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