
Somewhere
deep among the forest, the bush and the birchwood,
buried below boulders,
you can smell Yahweh
and you can hear her
humming the wind,
dancing the stillness
breathing out life through her endless foliage.
Beneath this bark, in her boundless galaxy
is life, death and her invitation to eternity.
Here in the decay of leaves, limbs and dirt
is the one who is grounded in death and rebirth.
She is circle
She is spirit
She is Wisdom incarnate
Somewhere
Here, in the dense forest of this land
where cockatoos twirl, twist and soar
where deer prance
magpies croak
where grizzlies roar
where creation’s story is birthed and told once more
is where she dreams of prophecy and desire
where she grows, where she stretches through rain and through fire.
Between her grandeur and her roots is where she nurtures you within.
Somewhere
deep among the forest, where your faith begins.
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