Breaking Through


Forest feels like second skin by now,

beam upon beam raised in self-defence.

Logging permits don’t pass easily –

deforestation is distinctly painful.

But when pines part,

oxygen stirs,

canopy is cut,

there You are,

breaking through boughs,

 illuminating dark and stained cells,

ushering in daylight

where angels feared to tread.

And as dead branches fall,

tentacles tremble in triumph;

sap stirs

and green grows

and oh, the grace

of breaking through…

11 comments on “Breaking Through

  1. “And Oh the grace of breaking through…” powerful ending, indeed.

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    This is so good, Melody–I remember when the forest felt like second skin, it was so natural and “normal”, I didn’t think much about it–and thus lived in darkness way too long. But boy, when Jesus breaks through–the Light is blindingly wonderful; it’s all amazing joy.

  3. “stained cells”– it gave me a picture of disease, our present state that needs continuous pruning by experience ~wonderful poetry !

  4. Debbie says:

    I love the strength in this poem .. the hope again that breakthroughs do happen. God bless you!

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