Prayer Walk

Prayer Walk

A prayer for every step,
a song for every journey.
Following only the rhythm of my stride,
and the cadence of every footstep.

The sway of nimble tree tops,
moves with the tide of ambling wind.
The bend of broken tree limbs,
points out paths not yet tread.

The faint glisten of a spider’s web,
the ripple from a frog’s impetuous vault.
The happy welcome from the cardinal,
the playful, quick nod from a passing squirrel.

This puzzle not yet perfect,
is though pristine in it’s every attempt.
Not made by man, but for him,
these humble treasures oft overlooked.

A crumbling tree trunk my pew,
eyes looking up toward heaven.
The altar of life surrounding,
My senses all give thanks.