Forest Sleep

I went into the forest

to try to get some rest

to get away from everything

and I built a little nest.

Among the dead brush was I

and litter of the leaves

I made my bed and hoped so much

for a miracle to conceive.

I closed my eyes and listened

hoping for the whispers of God

but only heard the birds in the wind

as I lay on the dark, cold sod.

The intensity of the pain

my soul was ripping in two

I hoped for some transformation

among the morning dew.

I fell asleep still listening

wishing that when I awaken

that the Earth would've grown right through me

my humanness long forsaken.

But when I did awake

I was still bones and flesh

with the same kind of predicament

with the same kind of mess.

No miracle occurred that day

no word from the Divine

just the same curse I'll carry

until Death determines my time.