Wholeness

Nature's my church,
The flesh is my altar,
Edges and curves that,
Sting and caress when I falter.

In my mind I'm surrounded,
By darkness and pain I am hounded,
Not floating away,
Somehow still grounded.

I kneel at your feet and I pray,
That maybe just maybe someday,
After some healing, after some growth,
I look at my life and I'm able to say,

This curious world is my own church,
My own flesh and nature, my altar,
My hopes, my purpose, my drive,
They keep the path lit, I keep me alive.