Out of the Woods

By Elaine Knudtson

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“The Return”

The valley has been dark and deep,

But I heard your voice in the stillness.

The whispering wind chased the rippling creek,

and the season changed in an instant.

I felt your presence in the morning sun,

the darkness dissolved on the meadow.

The table of blessing before me was laid,

I feasted on joy and thanksgiving.

The dark, dry, places were watered anew,

my voice returned with your presence.

A songbird descended and rested by me.

Hallelujah!  Sing of his glory!

I have returned to the garden.