life inherent
life unseen
bare tree limbs
winter’s fruit
branching, again, again
recursion, algorithm repeated
exile, redemption
delivered from death
life inherent
life unseen
~original 2009
During the same traumatic period in my life, I also found that going on
short walks around my house and hiking familiar trails in the
mountains encouraged the immediacy of soul I’d neglected. One day I
realized that the Psalms I’d just read were staring back at me in the
spent grass of summer; in stubborn little flowers pushing their way
through the cold earth of early spring; in unruly tangles of brush
bending into a dirt road; in the bluish, crystalline water of an alpine
stream. I began taking my camera and started “picturing” the texts I’d
read. ~ Sally Morgenthaler
