Woods
Lost in the woods, my soul,
ambivalent and ungrounded,
dis-connected.
Thinking about praying, but not.
Longing to have the desire to pray.
On the edge of the woods, peering in,
sensing that my soul is in there,
sensing that I have failed,
sensing a glimpse of my inadequacy and darkness.
I must go in
and enter God’s love once more.