High impact velocity
made you here
clear as day.
I find myself,
walking, wondering.
Not far from here,
a Day is rising
on a New Morning.
Yet here the old ,
the ancient gnarls
are fodder
to my aching souls,
to yield time’s secrets from the past
laid down here oh so long ago.
I believe.
At this monument
is a Rite
to Trees
and Spirit Growth,
that gives a blessing
to my hardened heart.
end
Just as I finished typing this a sacred ibis came in. She was scared and blessed me from the air in Her way,
a bit lost in this human environment.
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