This is part of our Voices of Thanksgiving series. You can find all the stories and reflections of gratitude here.
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Trees singing
wind-songs
over shouting waters
rising up
from deep
inside Earth’s
secret.
Aromas
and sounds
and textures
of moss
and leaves
and dirt
sloughed off
by ancient giants,
preying on senses
made alert
by primordial
newness.
Breath,
vicious
cold
and beautiful
as frost
renews
battered lungs
made raw
by progress.
Zaccheus’ scandal,
selling all
selling out
in a chance
encounter
with divinity.
Thanks.
