Walking through a forest at night is learning to trust your ears
Having faith that the life of the forest includes you, does not preclude you

I am walking through a forest at night with terror in my mouth
And where my ears are listening and my eyes are obeying and my feet are walking
Still I feel fear of the darkness, the shadows, the movements of the tree limbs
Cast by the half-lit moon I am convinced each sound is an ending
Each catch of grass and twig at my clothing is a threat
But just as I am full of fear of going forward, I am sure there is no going back
There will be no turning back for a poorly built campfire even if it is familiar
I’ll take my chances in the underbrush, with the other small mammals
All of us pacing through this forest in search of the safety of your heart