The Morning Stars
When his daughter died he planted a pine –
When he died himself it burst through his death
As if from the tomb in which he lay
What did you plant for us, child of God?
We wait for the tree that will shade your tomb
In a dark soil rich with starlight
I planted my soul in the soil of death
And from that seed there sprang a tree
Where the shadows grew to shelter me
We found you there and bring you out
From under the shade of the dark pine tree
As the morning stars blaze up and shout
Pavel
June 6, 2011
