I wrote this...B.R.T. 10*21*2025
"The Phoenix and the Snail"
The earth met my feet, a silent testimony to my retreat. As I made my way through the soft peat. I knew that soon I would greet, those lovely ferns and cool creeks. I am ready for my soul to be complete, with every minute I get to meet, in the forest...
Each step unspools a thread of ache. Woven with hope, for healings sake. I feel the sigh through the cedars and rain, with every forward footfall that I take...
The tree's, recall my childhood claims. With vows of faith, their branches bow, and whisper of my yearning flame...
Let the stars be my compass, and the Thrush, be my guide. And in this green hush, I'll need not to hide...
The shedding of the als fears, and the feeling of loss, through the endless tears...
But I shall rise, not root bound, but free. A soul rethreaded by Sequoia and sea. Made possible by the Phoenix in me...
A snail glides past, its spiraled shell bright. My vow renewed, in this forest of light...