Ancient Prayer of Trees
Dear Lord,
Most High Creator of
roots
trunks
bark
branches
leaves
and
fruit,
grant me but an inch of loyal dirt,
black and rich with nutrients,
a drop of cooling water,
and the gentle warmth of morning sun.
I’ll share my shade with all who linger,
and cope
(as best I can)
with rope swings,
heart carvings,
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hardheaded woodpeckers,
and rickety tree houses.
One more thing:
please, please, oh please
forgive me
for bearing silent witness to
lynchings.
Amen
Just WOW, John! How to put it out there! Thanks for sharing some words to make us think and appreciate.
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Beautiful!
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