I am a tree.
Like hands, my branches reach toward heaven.
My trunk is my body.
The roots extend as much below as above.
Although you cannot see them,
It is the deepest part of my being hidden.
I am brought to life from confined abysmal darkness.
— And nourished through boundless divine light.
Month: February 2021
Man Left Unattended
When man is left to his own devices,
He is temperamental. He is cultured, deep.
He is okay with his appearance, in all forms,
He lacks nothing, for he has nothing.
