Dirt path

Alone am I as I walk this narrow dirt path. I climb the steps. I see plants and bugs but they are not with me. I get closer to the top. There are many trees but they are not with me. I climb the last step and sudenly I am not alone. God is with me. He is in the untouched wood I see before me. God is in the breeze that surounds me. He is in the trees. This is God and I's place.

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