Breaking Through

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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…

Pining for Thanksgiving

Piles of mashed -potatoed plates,

whipping cream that only waits

for chocolate sauce and cherry twist –

pining for Thanksgiving tryst!

Baby Steps

Sometimes, I still feel so small,

Looking up at distant height;

Sometimes, forward’s just a crawl,

When soul desires freedom’s flight.

But just as trees need lifetime’s span,

So my progress time requires;

Just as pine from seed began,

So my heart grows what’s desired.

Lord, remind your daughter small

That You delight in stages earned;

Walking comes when first I’ve crawled,

And flying after running’s turn.