The terrain is unfamiliar, even weird, as if I'm on another world. I know I'm not, but I have never been here. Perched on a rock outcrop, I survey my surroundings. A ridge of hills overlook a long valley. Most are higher than the one I'm on. Looking into the valley, I see a long, narrow lake surrounded by forest, though the shore is clear of brush. On the far side is a track, recently used, if not well-traveled. Some people are walking, flanking a slow-moving flat bed truck with side panels. I can't see what the truck carries, though the people seem to be guards: two in front, two on the sides, two behind, all armed.

Decisions made in panic,

Often rash

Conditions overwhelming

Impossible to control

Yet some control is needed...

I woke with a line in my head

It could not be escaped

“Walking through fields of green.”

Black as night, quiet, slinking closer.

She is shy, so I don’t watch her.

She must be the one to decide.

Now behind me, to my left.

My gaze forward, as if unaware.

Casually reaching back,

Right hand low and palm up,

I wait.

Thank you for this food we share.

Bless our field, sky, and peaks.

Walk with us along your challenge trail

through stream and mount and meadow deep

That we may become the guides you need.

Thank you, O Lord.

Amen