All is Well

I have known the company of the Great Spirit under a moonless sky in the quiet solitude of a cold and wintery night.

I have humbly watched as the sparkling souls of the hickory and oak rose to return to their Creator, after they had given of themselves to protect and comfort me -- their brother.

I have heard the powerful, yet soft voice of the Great Spirit gently rustling through the dark forest, telling me -- "All is well."

Something I wrote as a boy, many years ago on a river bank.