Wednesday, December 21, 2016

do I think God is in the sky
any more than in the twigs
And I walk in the woods
I seek something above
and beyond these trees
But it is so dark in me
Now snow covers soil
The reaching trees stand here
I search the high sky
Looking up
When I could as well
lay my fingering
twigs upon my heart
and follow down roots
and delve most deep into the darkness
I come from

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