Sun rising over Port Townsend bay,
letting warmth and light splinter on
plush forrest floor.
Sleeping beneath towering trees
calms the overactive soul
we have become.
Large water bodies free the spirit
from the pain bodies we’ve allowed.
Time away from chaotic cacophony
of sweltering city superficiality refills
the shrinking heart.
God is here: in the water,
in the trees, in the light,
through the darkness,
Even the little bird hopping sees.
Even he is watching God watching.