Grace and Peace to you.
Does the branch pray to the tree?
Does the little limb think
of the great root buried in its grave,
the wine poured up
through the sturdy chalice of the trunk?
Does the leaf seek the will
of the seed, or contemplate
the shape of the body,
the arms spread out over the earth?
Does the bud seek guidance
or understand its place
in the miracles and teachings of the seasons?
I don’t know about that;
in the branch the leaf opens,
the blossom unfolds,
the fruit swells.
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