This new thing will not leave me still
I feel it in the pit of my stomach
Where it hovers
And from inside out I feel like a tree must when its leaves are aquiver
Today as we ate lunch,
We laughed, astonished and delighted
As the leaves spilled from the trees
I felt all those trees, being so stirred that with a great breath
They let go
And their light bright leaves, like the shining angels
From the fingertips and forehead of God
Speed earthward to mingle and mulch the roots.
These roots that hold the rocks and waterways of the forest
They run through me as I climb bareheaded and bare foot
Through the ravines and cathedrals of the light nourishers
Roots and trunks, holding forest beds to rustling leaves,
Holding bone and blood to breath
Just as we are held, feelings and fiber,
To the breast of the earth
In the prayers of God
Lamb I am reminded of this
You are the Earth’s cradle
And the fire love sent from Heaven
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