In the Wildness of My Soul

Sin, like the tall trees in the forest, has kept me from feeling God’s light. I am getting cold in the shadows, and God is calling me to make the clearing that I’ve needed for so long.
-------Amy Bridges' Lenten meditation

The following poem was written by New Hampshire poet Ed Pacht after reading Amy Bridges' Lenten meditation.


In the Wildness of My Soul

In me,
in the wildness of my soul,
the seeds of sin were planted.
In me,
in the wildness of my soul,
the seeds took root and grew.
In me,
in the wildness of my soul,
the trees grew up and spread their branches.
In me,
in the wildness of my soul,
the growing sin has blocked the sunlight,
and the shadows take the place of warmth,
and I am growing cold.
The gloom of darkness chills my soul.
In me,
the Gardner’s voice is calling,
in me,
a summons to a change of life,
to a clearing of a tiny place of welcome
in me,
where He will open up the forest
in me,
where warmth and light and mercy enter,
in me.