Seedlings
Seedling nestled in the soil,
And from them grew some trees.
The trees reached up to the stars,
Very happily.
Then one day men came,
And chopped apart the trees...
Forming them into a cross,
For everyone to see.
The cross would then be carried,
Far across the land...
And lifted into the sun,
Where it held the man.
The cross would be touched,
By rocks, nails, sweat and blood;
The top bleached by the sun,
The bottom stained by mud.
In time,
The cross would return to forest.
New soil would be created,
From the blood of Christ and decaying chorus.
Seedlings nestled in this soil,
And from them grew some trees.
The trees reached up to the stars,
Very happily.
2021
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