Spoke To a Tree
I spoke to a tree
last night; while
I sat on my garden
chair – snug and
warm in the late
summer's air;
we spoke, of course,
of full, green branches
about to divest themselves
of veined leaves and nests,
and the feathered breasts
who will soon fly south
letting the old limbs rest,
well earned for an abundant
season –
but we did not speak of
Global Warming...nor did we
speak of disastrous storming –
not a word mentioned of
man-made plagues...nor of
logging destroying our
blessed forest glades – nor
did we speak of human-vultures:
political leeches, using false
speeches, to steal the wealth
of Christ's Blessed Brothers,
as well as the wealth of well
meaning non believing others...
We did speak of
forgiveness
and unconditional
love – wondering of
Heaven...and
what
conversations
above....
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