Thought
Trees hold close some secrets rare
Knowing stories past unknown
Of how vast branches reaching up
Have come from subtle essences
In hidden worlds in soil confined
Whispered wonders are combined
Subtly inwardly urging forth
Unfolding from the womb of earth
Young sapling sprouts from tiny seed
Multiple cells with knowledge packed
That we might see force irresistibly
Revealed as glorious energy
Prayer
O Lord subtly present and ready for when I get tired of playing. Thou art my eye of eye and mind of mind. May my eyes see thee and my mind know thee. From thy unfolding presence, reveal to me thy totality.
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