It's The Journey: January 2011

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it hardly behooves any of us
To talk about the rest of us.

A Prayer for the Woods

I am the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights, the friendly screen shading you from summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.

I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie and the timber that builds your boat.

I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle and the shell of your coffin.

I am the bread of kindness and the floor of beauty.

Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer.
Harm me not.