Wood Thrush

There’s a place in the woods
Where Wood Thrush provides the melody
To the deep, resonant and rumbling mantras
Of an ancient Burr Oak.

Here, upon the branches of this wise one
You are encouraged to hang your prayers
In groups of seven
Like seeds of intention and hope.

Here also is the constant scent of cedar
As if the very soil is cleansing
And clearing this sanctuary
To maintain and hold your prayers.

This bird will sing and beckon you
Through the trail-less underbrush.
Hold your focus upon the song
So this place in the woods can find you.

This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”

Pen and ink with digital manipulation