This week a friend quoted David Wagoner’s poem, LOST, to me. I scribbled the words on the grocery list so I would remember. This is what it’s like to have a conversation with me: wait, wait, wait, say that again. Slowly. I’m writing this down!
And the grocery list looks like: milk, yogurt, eggs, poem that will change my life, beets, toothbrush…
This friend has had a MUCH harder journey the last few years than I, yet he remains cheerful and always kind.
When he’s going through hard times, he thinks about this poem…
“When you’re lost, stand still. The forest already knows where you are.”
Isn’t that beautiful?
The forest is sometimes just the forest, and that can be healing by itself.
The forest is also the people who love you, who are there for you. They know where you are. It’s our Heavenly Father. He knows where you are. It’s the angels on this side of the veil and on the other. They know where you are.
They know where you are.
Sometimes you have to ask.
And then stand still. The forest knows where you are.