As a child, I tiptoed through the woods
hoping to discover the flattened grass
left from the sleep of deer the night before.
To find one of these spots was to step into a deep
experience of the Sacred.
Awed, immersed in the mystical,
I imagined the deer watching over me, and received their special gift
allowing me into their secret, peaceful home.
I still silently breathe a sigh of gratitude.