Taking Three

Walk in the woods
Escaping from you
yet the trees: my cathedral
not thinking: my Mass

I gave you five minutes
to get out of my head
Should have been three, yes?
You like threes

Threes are nice, but not all the time
Like today, the third day running.
From you, from creation,
because I beseech, unheard.

Green gold light on decayed trees,
lost in beauty undeniable,
a voice on the breeze
asking what's wrong

Startled glance overhead,
searching the gaps between leaves,
saying, the problem is not belief
The problem is faith.