Wednesday, May 1, 2019

World Tree

Each tree that grows
Is one more try
To recreate the World Tree,
One more stab
At reconnecting earth and air,
Stone and soul.

That’s clear enough
When the tree I see
Ties the ground together
With its tangled roots,
Fills the sky with leaves,
Soars, immense, toward the sun.

But then I watch a seedling
Pushing through the soil,
Lifting hope on high,
Life all future tense,
A prayer for sorrow-free
©2019 John I. Blair, 3/30/2019

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