Sunday, July 12, 2009

RAVE- Mon poeme (feelin a lil French today)


Salvation

The trees never go to church

yet they offer themselves to the sky everyday

They never surround themselves with the tint of stained glass

yet the glimmer of pure light touches them everyday

They never barter for their souls

yet they are born again --

Over and over.

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Art by Natasha Wescoat

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