desperately parted
a separation
fertile with pain and suffering
taking small steps towards unity
disillusioned with an ill formed self
a surrendered falling into
sweet arms of mother Mary
if we only let it be
in silence
all will simply be
pockets of love blossomed bouquets
borders melting
merging as one
overflowing
meadow after meadow
as far as the eye can see
grace piercing unneeded clouds
unable to bear its radiance
filling this earth with a long awaited joy
Singing Tree 