I have always found peace in nature. When I walk among the trees, whether in prayer, reflection, or simply pausing to breathe. I feel God’s presence close at hand. These walks have become a wellspring for my journal, where I gather thoughts, poems, and prayers that rise from the quiet of the woods. Canada’s woods are endlessly fascinating, offering a tranquillity that draws you deeper into their embrace. I have wandered through forests in British Columbia and Ontario, each path revealing its own quiet wonder. As I continue journaling here, I’ll share the photos I’ve taken along the way, together with reflections, poems, and prayers inspired by their beauty and glimpses of the sacred stillness that lingers in the heart of the woods. I can say right now, one place that moved me with vast forests and massive trees is in British Columbia.
The photos you’ll see here are my own, captured on my cellphone during wanderings across Ontario. They are simple glimpses of the places that have stirred my spirit, offered me rest, and reminded me of the beauty waiting in every step.
Walking in the Woods – Alliston, Ontario
A Poem
I am walking in the woods
where trees lean in like old friends,
their branches brushing shoulders
with the quiet patience of years spent listening.
The path softens under my feet
a carpet of fallen leaves and secrets,
moss clinging to roots that twist like half-told
stories in the dim light.
Sunlight spills through the canopy,
warm as a hand on my back,
guiding without words, I can see
speckles of gold and silver on the earth.
Birds sing from hidden branches,
no particular song, but gentle reminders
that time here moves slowly,
unhurried, like breath after a long sigh.
I paused by a stream,
its water murmuring secrets over smooth stones,
cool against my fingers,
washing away the weight of days left behind.
In this green embrace,
the world feels smaller, kinder,
a pocket of peace where worries
dissolve like morning mist.
I saw the old church tucked beneath the escarpment, its stones worn soft by time, its silence held close by the trees.
The trees stood around it like kin, their roots tangled in memory, their branches bent as if to say: we know you… we’ve carried your footsteps before.
Resurrection Lutheran Church–St.Catharines, ON
And as I turned to leave, they swayed with a kind of longing, breathing out, come back. We’ll be here, waiting with arms wide, like friends who never forget.
-jjf’2025
Walking past a bunch of white flowers
–jjf’2025
This reflection continues a journey I began some time ago. If you’d like to walk back with me to those earlier thoughts, prayers, and photos, you can find them in my older post.👇
https://keziahthinkspress.wordpress.com/2025/05/15/a-story-photography-of-trees/
Thanks for reading & take a moment to relax! 😍
Keziah Thinks Press 