tree of my heart when will you rise
into the farther, infinite skies
rooted on earth yet meant to be
branching somehow into liberty
green as the mist on earth's first day
leafed into branching anyway
what storms there were, have been, will be
live o green in the mysteries.
tree of my heart that you may be
the tree of my life though wordlessly.
mary angela douglas 28 december 2022
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