Tree

God was made in the image of a Tree. That is why your naked toes root in the ground and breathe sap through your soles.

Your arms branch out toward mine in tangled forest touching. The palms of our hands are leaves exchanging golden coins of sunlight.

Through your hollow trunk flow rivers of love into the sky. Offer your knots and clefts for nests to whomever may come.

Stand in a field of clover and dandelions if you don't believe me. Let the sun open all ten thousand petals in your brain. Let the wind carry your thoughts away like seeds.