Heed the Call by Becca Stevens

December 4, 2020

Heed the Call

By Becca Stevens


Essential in pandemics, the woods call- 

Come to us, unmasked and alone. 

You who are weary of breathing your own stale words,

Come into our silence that transforms gasps into spirit. 


Come close and walk softly on our hallowed ground,

Rediscovering the holiness of dirt. 

Walk where honeysuckle incense whispers joy

And choir birds sing to quiet your internal ranting. 


Come dwell here when the congregations shutter, 

And all the world shelters in but carries on. 

Find your way beneath old legacy oaks 

Telling their tails of offering refuge. 


Come weep beneath the hickory leaves,

Shimmering in a canopy when troubles press in. 

Their sunlit dance will lift your eyes to the heavens 

Where dreams of sweeter times are born. 


Come be disconnected among sassafras sprouts 

And receive a reprieve from daily counts of disease. 

Feel the paw paws dare you to utter words like 

Optimistic and joy without feeling ridiculous. 


Come lie beneath a tulip poplar mast, 

With billowing flowered bells that carry daydreams. 

Wander in the gift of whim and fantasy

That awakens the spirit of peace. 


Come smell cedar’s aromatic memory 

Filling you with delight beyond your intellect. 

Sweet as ironweed dancing with walnut trees 

Just because the wind blows. 


Come fall on your knees when you cannot contain 

The beauty of bluebells blooming near a spotted fawn, 

And give thanks for the essential woods

That have healed us again. 


For those that feel inspired to heed the call, make a donation or become a member today.

Heed the Call by Becca Stevens

December 4, 2020

Heed the Call

By Becca Stevens


Essential in pandemics, the woods call- 

Come to us, unmasked and alone. 

You who are weary of breathing your own stale words,

Come into our silence that transforms gasps into spirit. 


Come close and walk softly on our hallowed ground,

Rediscovering the holiness of dirt. 

Walk where honeysuckle incense whispers joy

And choir birds sing to quiet your internal ranting. 


Come dwell here when the congregations shutter, 

And all the world shelters in but carries on. 

Find your way beneath old legacy oaks 

Telling their tails of offering refuge. 


Come weep beneath the hickory leaves,

Shimmering in a canopy when troubles press in. 

Their sunlit dance will lift your eyes to the heavens 

Where dreams of sweeter times are born. 


Come be disconnected among sassafras sprouts 

And receive a reprieve from daily counts of disease. 

Feel the paw paws dare you to utter words like 

Optimistic and joy without feeling ridiculous. 


Come lie beneath a tulip poplar mast, 

With billowing flowered bells that carry daydreams. 

Wander in the gift of whim and fantasy

That awakens the spirit of peace. 


Come smell cedar’s aromatic memory 

Filling you with delight beyond your intellect. 

Sweet as ironweed dancing with walnut trees 

Just because the wind blows. 


Come fall on your knees when you cannot contain 

The beauty of bluebells blooming near a spotted fawn, 

And give thanks for the essential woods

That have healed us again. 


For those that feel inspired to heed the call, make a donation or become a member today.

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