I still myself enough,
My cheek against the ancient tree,
cut in half by lightning,
then trimmed by machine’s saw.
I hear the roots cry up to the large wide stump:
“Listen!”
Lo and behold:
I feel the heartbeat of God.
“I will keep growing.”
Smaller branches sprout from the sides,
Tiny heartbeats with new life.
Holy Wisdom is calling.
Pondering Christ 