Walking in the woods,

I was startled by God,

when a poppy stood in my path,

all alone,

when a twig snapped,

and a branch fell to the ground,

when his foot touched the ground,

right near me,

when a doe ran

in circles around me,

trying to draw me away from her fawn,

when a violin sang out to me,

asking me to forgive the past,

and begged me also to forgive,

every wound caused

by others.