Pastor. Writer. Speaker. Jesus-follower. Light-giver. Sinner. Saint.

The Wild’s Whisper

Some would say I was on my way

To becoming a city hipster

Cellphone calls and Upscale Malls

Drowning the Wild’s Whisper

 

I cannot lie, its hard to deny

That my skin was growing thin

For I had my fill of the winter chill

And like to sin by staying in

 

Now the city streets and tasty eats

Don’t make a man the devil

But walking cement trails often fail

To remind us world’s not level

 

City scrapers and exhaust vapors

Witness Eden’s fall

Cause the city’s view isn’t the hue

That God dreamed up at all

 

You forget these things when comfort brings

The world to your front door

Computer screens and movie scenes

Can leave a man no reason to explore

 

But pixel lights and screensaver sights

Were beginning to appall

Because the winter chill now had a thrill

That whispered when it called

 

For in my soul there was a hole

That only the wild could fill

So I made my pack and placed on my back

And set out for the Holy Hills

 

There is a truth out there for those that care

That only the wanders know

It’s the wisdom of the trees carried by the breeze

Spoken in the places most never go

 

And I was on my way with plans to stay

To the places I once well knew

And the air was crisper with the Wild’s whisper

And salvation was closer too

 

 

And just around where there was no sound

Except the chorus of nature’s song

At an elevation atop creation

After the trail was long gone

 

Where the air was frost and I was lost

And the night was dark and risky

I found my goal and set down my soul

And poured a glass of whiskey

 

The hike did tire so I built my fire

And sat tight to fire’s flame

And as I sat there tranced as the embers danced

(I pondered from where I came)

 

Things had gotten blurry in the city hurry

And my soul was hard to find

But as the wind swirled and flames twirled

The wild’s whisper did remind

 

And in the night I gained my sight

And got what I came for

Cause my ears heard the wild’s word

And it spoke right to my core

 

Then I saw the moon wink as I finished my drink

And all my stirrings began to cease

So I laid down my head and went to bed

And slept in perfect peace

 

At morning light the sun was bright

And it painted the horizon gold

And the whisper spoke and I awoke

And I’ll tell you what it told

 

City goals take many souls

Because they forget the wild’s call

But truth in the trees carried by the breeze

Whispers salvation for us all

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