Early morning, I walk in the woods.
I grow roots, my lungs are green.
After I return I am still here.
I sit in prayer.
I become my candle, light slipping out.
After I rise I am still here.
I rest in your presence.
You overflow in me.
Even when I forget, I am still here.
In the meeting, in the city,
under the fluorescent lights,
I am still with you,
overflowing with you,
bathed in your light,
sheltered by trees.