Rev. Don Erickson

A Homily Poem by Don Erickson “I once was lost but now, I’m found” The woods near my home lost me. I went searching for some solace there, For some peace then amiss amid teenage angst and anguish, For comfort from the pine floor softening my steps and heart. Maybe I found the solace, comfort, and peace I sought. But the woods, like the Lord, some say, gave and then took these gifts away, Losing me, hiding a path to find home, Taking solace, peace, comfort, leaving their antonyms. Not solace, but fear, Not peace, but anxiety, Not comfort, but close to tears, For the dark was not far off. The low sun no longer streamed down through trees, my unrestrained shouts for help unheard. Lost. Have you ever been lost? Really lost? I once was. Then found the way back home somehow, before twilight faded out. But the distress of the sun going down with me alone in that cavern of trees, that memory remains. The woods hiding me, my yells, the scents and sounds of panic, that stays and is easi...