God’s Forest

I have seen a forest of stems
Without their brains
Bodies of sleeping wood
Together standing straight
Knotted and naked
Rows of mesmerized believers
Their bare nervous tendrils
Reaching upward
Spines swaying together
Begging a sunless sky
For some connection
Stretching for a spark
Waiting for some soft mass
Of divine intelligence
To warm their winter chill
But it cannot be
There is no hope
Of God or green
Not until the spin of spring


Painting by Heather Hurzeler

~ by April on January 18, 2015.

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