The Mother Tree

The Mother Tree destroys
all evil, to restore joy
in this world. The light
at the tree’s point of height
over shadows the dark.

I am devoted to the hope
of light in a kaleidoscope.
The color mosaic leaves
a space, my eye perceives.

While if we understood
our love, as sap from wood –
billions of trees and leaves
would illuminate to relieve.

We are all widely loved,
with watercolor light above –
this is our beloved tree-trunk
and wild flower treasure trove.

God’s Children

When the Sun rises, the birds
sing in their glory, the Lord our God.
When you rise, the parents too
rejoice, their praises heard.

You dear, Child, are as beautiful
as the rising sun, you are the One
of great majesty, the Lord Our God

Never so sweet the child’s
embrace, our heart then meet,
the Mother’s love forever said
throughout – with two little feet

and two little hands, the child’s birth
from our Mother Earth –
praises here said, Dear, God
Thank you for the One –

Dance

The leaves are dancing
hundreds are twirling
colored clothes and coats –

Our Divine Lord’s Host.
The fountain is clapping
and lightly tapping –

The summer or fall
it’s a sequence ball.
The bird’s ivory down
toe to toe with earth’s gown