Clearing

Can I be the sparrow,

Gently acquainted with forest and tree?

I ask the ground, "How are you so kind,

To let me walk firmly on Thee?"

I look to the pines in earnest,

"Tell me, what's it like-

to be so rooted in purpose?"

Will I reach a clearing?

What's my life's meaning?

These woods can't last forever,

Perspective's my only endeavor

Meadows are rolling and the path makes sense

Where I've come from,

What lies ahead.

Stripping off preconceived notions of self

I dip my toes into the waters of uncertainty

Horizon in mind,

Pursuing sunshine,

Out of the depth I emerge

Soaked in the stillness of Self

I walk along the rocks with peace.