Under the redwood tree I had a vision of who I might be. It had no shape, it had no form. I filled with love that kept me warm. I was vast, I was small, I wasn’t anything at all. Releasing all the forms of “I”, I held my heart and began to cry. Immense, splendid, powerful and free, god has put everything in me. With nothing but a naked soul, I recognize god made me whole. Like the beautiful redwood tree, I would become what I should be. Poem by Lucia Steele