Copyright 2009 by William R. Mistele




Go back to when you were a child

Walk out into the woods behind your house

Among the black and white spruce and the birch

What is that like for you?


I know what is it to be home

The comfort, the feeling free,

I know how to trust and let go

It is why the love that is me

Flows like a stream

Each moment feels complete

The mountain pools, the waterfalls,

The ripples, the rapids, the rolling waves,

The journey to the sea,

To know me, to hold me

Is to feel happiness welling up from the depths