OAKS

Earth’s core
Not some heavenly beam
Is my foundation.
From this fundament
Energy flows
Through feet firmly planted.

How could I have thought
Beyond wind and clouds
From patches of blue
Some glorious emanation
Arrived
That was God’s Grace…

When all around me stand
Great Oaks
That slough off the years
Through scorching sun
Whipping wind
And pea gravel rain…

Founded
Amidst top soil
Boulders and shale
Attached by Laterals,
And Sinker roots - Secure
In their chosen Place.

Their stillness.
Their commitment to place.
Their rootedness.
Surely a more likely model
Of connection with All
That matters?