(written in an american election year)
I take my bombarded heart out to a place to heal out from the shrapnel of splintered humanity. Away from the opinions like hailstones of fire flaming down from the lofty and assured. Each side declaring victory each side proclaiming to own the truth. My soul needs to breathe Holy air. And I look for Jesus while walking among the trees this cathedral of forest arches over the road. Stained glass leaves of yellow and orange in the bright sun gleaming Too beautiful for words to name each tree different coming into its own as a part of the forest But each created for the enjoyment of a God who stands beyond - the opinions Who will outlast even the trees that call to me and whisper through rustled swirling leaves That the only answer for the weariness of - a heavy heart Is God, oh, God How great thou’ art. Copyright Emily Lewis- 2020 Photograph- Emily Lewis- 2020
