- Slumber breeze plucks from the trees the leaves and seeds unbound,
- Softly down with scarce a sound, impregnating the ground.
- Fallen snow, a cradle low, to stow from blow aloft.
- Intertwining rain and shining guiding seedling soft.
- One hand wise paints blue the skies, established clouds up high.
- One hand true the sea subdued, renewed the surf and tide.
- Planted groves and fashioned hooves, and fin and wing prepared;
- Ash and dust infused by hush, the rush of breath made bare.
- River shores, and temple doors, and forest floors are where
- Voice above came down as dove, to them in love declare.
- Manger still, and garden spill, and pierced hill, nearby.
- Quiet site, and mountain side, and desert bright, the cry.
- Seeded through a heart of blue, now made anew and wrought.
- Planted pink inside the think to never shrink in thought.
- Lavender the soul to stir, binary blur abound.
- Hold both hands, I move to stand with divine grand astound.
Listen to me explain the symbolism behind this poem on the following episode of the Hot Pepper Poetry Podcast.
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