January 10, 2010

A prayer for the forest, quiet now in mid winter but revealing new life for those who choose to see. For the winter ducks resting briefly in the bay before moving on; for the other birds who stay the winter. For the grace of rain and pale grey light, for the smell of soil and rotten leaves, for the low resonant voice of Great Horned Owl and the bright scold of Winter Wren.

For those who advocate with me to keep the forest wild. This year I pray for the words that will allow me to speak for this place, and the courage to speak those words in the right time and the right place.

Photo copyright 2010, C. M. Alexander