Heartbeat of God

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:


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.

Grounded deep roots spread wide, firmly embedded in surrounding soil

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