Earth Chapel

In the city
we imagine
the cars are wild horses
Buildings become mountains
piled high
one on top of another
until they are small and one
under a great expanse of sky
where cave creatures dwell
climbing into the bellies of the horses
making false light
against the night
a collective prayer
to forestall the dawn
a curious perspective
from our eyes we may leave
and leave

We are an old tree
small and wizened, gnarled
our Children
flowers at our feet
A soft wind lifts their hair petals
Rain joins the smiles of our tears
rolling down
the ancient bark of our face
Nature is our peace
our religion

© 2005 Tom (WordWulf) SternerHowe

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by Tom (WordWulf) SternerHowe

Comments (1)

This is a wonderful write, Tom...your words speak much truth in wisdom...good stuff... Lare Austin