The tree pulls
at the earth,
hauling it up
into the sky.
It never quite
arrives, but can’t
stay down either.
I may be
dirt, God, but
you keep on
tugging at me
and I don’t
mean to but
I keep flowing
joyfully without fail
upward and upward.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
November 7, 2019