Take me to the wilderness
to the consecrated places
show me that it is there
that I
feel unlost

allow me to look at the sky beneath
the canopy
and watch the world move beneath me
move me
heal me

let me stay long
let the cool earth and the forest sooth me
heal me
leave me with the mother for a while
she has yet to do her work on me
again

I am wounded
take me to the wilderness
to the consecrated places
the holy land
where god still operates
unimpeded

let me hear the wind in the trees
the creatures
going about their survival
we call it survival
as if what they do is some lesser thing
but surely they know more peace
than we of civilized places.

Take me into the wilderness
To the consecrated places
it is surely there that I will know
from where comes love

Margo Kirwin
December 2, 2000