Poem

•  The Winter Trees

The barren sticks
       of the winter trees
Cast across the twilight sky

Through the mind’s eye 
I witness the day come to close
The night takes over

Full of darkness and possibility
One by one the stars appear
Fading in and out as the clouds pass by

Without agenda those same stars remind 
There is something greater
Beyond the trees, beyond the sky
Even beyond the stars themselves

What is that something
What is that calling
Beyond the rational
That reminder to be more than possibility itself

The stars
The heavens
The light beyond the imagination

Ask it not as a question
Know it not as an answer
Feel it as the great divine
       in your heart

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