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The Church and the Tree

Touching this tall old tree

I wonder what feels real to me:

This church of cold stone

Where people go to show their religiosity,

Or this rough bark

Warm from the spring sun.

It is the bark

That calls to my heart

And this gentle sun.

Continuity

I touched a split tree

Which still stood

Reminding me

Of the Great North Wood.

 

I am of modernity.

Yet my heart

Is part

Of this old split tree.

 

There stands outside my window

Another tree

Here long before me

 

And when I go

Others seeing these 2 trees

May know they are part

Of nature’s great heart

And know continuity with me.