Those Damp Woods

Those damp woods...so deafeningly silent, so passively active, so windily aimed at its destinations.   Its colors and moistened fragrances, its musicality and secrets unendingly discovered...all shake me like a sieve, sorting out my soul and lifting what is true out of the morass of everything that so surrounds and passes through me.  My oh my, the woods are like the voice of God directly to me...searing me to the core, in such powerful and tender ways.