Rain comes down
like prayer
between the trees.
The ground is soaked.
A line of geese, singing,
circles the valley
as if wandering,
going their distances.
Trees, these prayers, reach down
into mysteries, converse unheard.
I walk among them.
I walk among them.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
November 18, 2019