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
Tomorrows.
©2019 John I. Blair, 3/30/2019
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