A Poem of the Sacred
Anyone who has visited a redwood forest, especially the Avenue of the Giants, knows what it's like to stand in a natural cathedral.
Hush
The giants stand in ageless silence Their breath so still as to mimic death Yet they live in mossy groves Catching the fog that drips in misty showers Ferns cluster around their feet Like mendicants Feeding upon the redolent decay I stand upon the spongy duff Of needles shed over a thousand years Expecting some Jurassic creature to emerge Blood thrums behind my ears The chatter in my brain calms So that I may listen to Eternity Speak Its name and tell Its story.
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Favorite lines:
"I stand upon the spongy duff
Of needles shed over a thousand years"
Reminds me of Robert Frost, so good, Sue.
"Ferns cluster around their feet / Like mendicants / Feeding upon the redolent decay."
Now THAT is an elevated and prize winning line, for alliteration, rhythm, and word choice (redolent, mendicants). Brava! Five gold stars, Sue ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️