Wilderness Journey, Day 5

Blossoms 

The small girl saw the rocks below

but between them blossoms

Knees are easy to bend and stand on

Hands clasp together, fingers entwine
Heads bow like friends in concert

What matters

are not the words, wishes or whatnots
What matters
are not the floods, fishes or flatfoots

The real thing

is to sing
    to God
in a voice of one’s own.