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.

The Day

This rising sun has begun –
God gives allotted space
to fulfill his will and grace.

Some ache in sadness
Some tremor with stress
A minute’s headdress,
while others kindness –

In all of this holy moment –
to reduce the dark to pigment,
this here an instrument.

In this house of optics
a fashioned lament.