Unsheltered for D’verse

UNSHELTERED

I don’t know God, but I know His tree.

No pillar of salt but might as well be.

Planted in place, it cannot flee,

but curls its toes in the loam that is home.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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7 Responses to Unsheltered for D’verse

  1. rothpoetry says:

    A very interesting poem Nan!

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  2. So much depth in such simple terms.

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  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    I liked the sound of this. And the toe curling in the loam.

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  4. memadtwo says:

    The tree of life is a wonderful symbol, so rich and filled with meaning. I like this emphasis on its rootedness. (K)

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