Forest

-jerry Wendt 2018

Titans have fallen here, and died,
unmourned in solitude.
Indeed, is there even God here where
light of Heaven never falls upon congregation,
and few tread the thick rich loamy layers of death ?

There abides here rich bounty of life,
it scurries, crawls, burrows and slithers,
while above, feathers flutter forth
when outside world sends
currents of wind to sway sentinels.

Sustenance is plentiful, 
shared shelter and strife.
Overall, this vaulted nave
serves cathedral to eternal mother
and maternal forbearance.

This is a place of cycles,
eternal bliss and blight.
It endures and provides.
Surely there is Holiness
abiding in this shadowed temple