The trees are red and yellow, still –
panting for wet. Their silence hurts me.
One fruit tree in the city-orchard
mistakes fall for spring,
blossoming out of season.
As dawn broke today
also the skies broke and fell.
Ahhhhh – rain!
I give thanks, bowing to the skies
on behalf of the trees.
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I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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