Rod of Divinity

Rod of Divinity


A surge through the body,

A lightning charge

 My body!

 My rod of divinity!

The hazel tree

rests faithfully

in all connecting cells,

waiting for the conversation

of awakening.

Patient and still

she holds her breath

for the right raindrops

to soften the soil

around her roots,

And quench the ever deepening thirst

for her one authentic life.

Now shimmering

as a sylph in the mist

with budding passion


Her limbs and mine 

are one.

And we know

that this meeting

means everything.


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