Man Ascending

I long to be in the woods again

Amongst the trees

To hear the raging river roar

To feel the breeze

To walk with things much greater than

Higher than me –

Deep in the forest's hiding shade

I long to be.

I dream of walking sandy shores

Of oceans deep

Where little, independent worlds

The tidepools keep

Where sea-song sings, where waters glow

Under moonbeams –

I wade into the shallows there

In pleasant dreams.

I dwell on dancing through the fields

On rainy days

To hear the Thunder echoing

Its godly praise

To see the lightning; feel the rain

So cool and clear

Upon my face – I dwell; I know

I belong here.