Oldy, but appropriate for today

As I walk this trail again

grant me the draft
of a thousand butterflies under my skin.
Let my mouth water
at succulent clusters of purple lupine,
clover and blackberry blossoms.
Let each bite of picnic bread
tingle my lips,
kisses from the divine.
Let me hear the mourning dove
above bulldozers
rumbling in a straight line.

construction deconstruction reconstruction
grant me release

Let me float on this trail
above the iron cold weight of uncertainty.
Raze my life
and grant me peace.
Raze me down
so that I might rise.
Raze me down and recover my soul
then let me fly
through a towering cedar mystery.