Hunter

I looked to the stars, mid winter's night air
I walked with the pines, wilder fare.
I knelt beside the waters, rocks struck and washed clean.
I placed my hand on green pasture to feel the heartbeat of earth.

Then I heard...

It is in Me. I give it to thee.

Daughter, you're just one more seeker
of what is lost to the many,
but it is not My desire
that it be lost unto thee.

My hands have created that you may loved-be.