bizarre convictions
born of the wilderness
Yet I place my trust
in the ultimate meaning
of an empty cross
I have seen the rippling leaves in a sudden wind. Heard the rush of a rain-swelled brook. Smelled the fresh smoke of a new fire. Touched the bark of a five-hundred-year-old oak. Tasted the mint leaves growing beside a wooded trail.
In all of them, Love is. The Love through which the universe cycles, and through which we live, move, and have our being.
All too often, I experience the awe of such encounters, only to forget and walk away, consumed again with my own concerns. Would that I held the lessons of the wilderness in my heart always.
wet grass
enjoying the pleasures
of being home
the unsettled silence
of the ordinary
for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 94, “Beliefs & Strange,” #SynonymsOnly
Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 106 – Enjoying & Pleasures
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Wilderness
Frank J. Tassone 
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