My Soul

I never asked Him before
I assumed his silence
was pure and etherial


I assumed that only in
turmoil might She whisper
my name


How could I have
underestimated my soul's presence
to guide me
and reveal to me in moments ?


I thank you for showing up, dear soul
in the ways you have
and know that I do not have 
to make it on my own any more


You are my own
You are my home
    My Soul

TREES of COCREATION

They understand
They forgive
They loom over us with
protection, no demands


We notice with awe
but only occasionally 
We see their base but 
forget what they catch
and procure for us


They remind us of our own
season, yet demand nothing
They hold our soil
our roots in solitude


One bears no more importance
than the other
from scrub to Redwood
each doing what is does best


Protect, Give Breath and Remembrance
to us  "timbered" in ISNESS