Poem: “The Morning Stars”


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

June 6, 2011


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  • claireamr

    This is beautiful..