Apr 22, 2021

Then silence.


Young trees, still beneath the cover of the forest, 

Under the green canopy of their elders, 

Learn from the love of the older trees.

Hive-mind, in a way, grows within them, 

Although without brains it is more like Hive-soul.

And so it is that while each tree is individual, 

Unique unto itself, and unique by its kind, 

Birch different from elm, different from pine,

It is also a part of the whole, the woods, the forest.

And here we are, people of many lands,

People of many colors, and somehow we fail

To learn and love that we are all people of the earth.

We could learn from the trees.

-jobe


The bell sounds, and then again.

And through the tolling I hear

The call of life, the call of the sacred.

Then silence.

I give myself to the silence,

To the sacred.

On this day, be it my first day 

Or my last, I give myself

To life. 

-jobe

-for those who went before-








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