The tree —
smooth and
shorn of its bark —
is like a prayer wheel,
calligraphy
etched by time,
and at once
my walk becomes
sacred
it is mantra
and
sutra,
praise
and
repentance,
invocation
and
intercession
god is on the wind
today,
Her blessings
arrive
in birdsong
Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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