Cabin in the woods
30/12/20
Peeking through the window of my cabin in the woods
Mountain slopes and rising peaks
And the backend of Table Mountain in my view
One with nature One with God, deep in the woods of our Mother nature
Trees below and around me. All I hear are rustling leaves swaying as it dances with the wind as their partner and singing their song, beckoning me to listen
When last I saw a butterfly, yes little white ones, cajoling me to keep my eyes fixed on them, again and again
God’s is here in the Cabin in the woods. He must be, Yes He is.
I reach for my books to catch up on some reading, but the cabin in the woods is saying, No, look, appreciate and give thanks, your books in the woods will go home with you, but, this majestic view, these specific fingerprints of God may not be seen again.
I am hooked on the Cabin in the Woods