We Are
The holiness is here
under the trees
in the space
that yearns for stars
in the leaf mold
beneath the snow
in the low flung fog
rising toward the day
when the Sun returns
to kindle our need
` to birth us again.
We are the seed.
Copyright © Bill Keen | Year Posted 2019
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