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…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
“And Oh the grace of breaking through…” powerful ending, indeed.
Thank you so much… 🙂
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.
So many of us are caught in there, and don’t know the difference until the Light shines through!!
I truly didn’t–which must be why I remain amazed (by grace!).
That’s a good place to be, ya know!
Yep, I pray I never get over being amazed, grateful and excited!!
“stained cells”– it gave me a picture of disease, our present state that needs continuous pruning by experience ~wonderful poetry !
Lovely interpretation! 🙂
I love the strength in this poem .. the hope again that breakthroughs do happen. God bless you!
God is in the breakthrough business – He seems partial to parting seas and coming up through the middle… 🙂