This entire piece took my breath away.
". . .a telegram of want, the others answer
sending sugar like a sacrament
a quiet mercy moving in the dark."
"They kneel, they weave, they practice a grammar of holding."
"The wounded one is steadied by invisible hands"
"...below, in the damp cathedral of earth,
the roots remain devoted, they braid
around stone, around bone,
around the cold relics of
things once breathing."
"They drink from what has died
and turn it into green testimony."
"The forest is not a collection of trees,
it is a single body. . ."
This is how I want to read scripture.
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