Without my shoes

Its dark,
I am in a forest,
wondering, Without my shoes.
Foliage, dense and green,
I can smell the trees, and hear the
bugs over my head.
The musty smell of wet dirt
Soft soil mushing between my toes.

Its dark,
Not pitch, but dusk, maybe.
I know were I am.
I am confused as to how I
got here.
In this lush green forest,
filled with its smells,
filled with its sounds,

I am not afraid,
I am just confused;
when I lay down this afternoon.
I was on a hill among a meadow of wild flowers.
waste high In shades of yellow, purple, and orange.
Bee's flying, and flies flying. Ants crawling. This is were
I was when I lay down. I closed my eyes for only one moment.

I close my eyes, darkness, only for a moment.
I am now standing and in a thick green
forest, with tall trees, and rich smells.

Wondering,
through the darkness,
I can't see much but I can smell it all;
I am wondering though the darkness,
with my faith and hope that
all will turn out for the best.

I call to God
I know he hears me,
I know he loves me,
I know he would not leave me if I call to him.

I want so much more than to be
here in this forest in the dark,
without my shoes.

 © 2011 Stefanie Stevens