One Contemplates Ecocide When Leaving Church For Good caleb milne I. 84 Blessed is the walk back to my car. Delight is in. No one is thinking of you. Willowy groves willow the river. And there! A tree in the river. Dull mirror—a bad horizon. Whatsoever He attempts, as chaff. Says the cornfield. Says me. Up in the air, lost in the wind. The mountain can’t even stand up straight. But on the road, I am new. No judgment, no sinners, no congregation. LORD knows the way but this way, too, will perish.