The Precious Purchase That Bears Us All

When the rain whispers down deep

into the bones of the curled oak bark

the moment is at its nexus.

The water dances and taps into

gentle gaps in the ground cradle,

steeping a miracle from the mud womb.

Vassal vessel, its armor vexed to opening

by the precious purchase that bears us all

toward the blinding mystery and majesty

of the sacred lamped surface.

The testament seed shells now spent,

slip down to the soil, holding silent,

resting on their turtled backs

bearing witness to the softing, luscious bend

of the alabaster stem as it emerges and ascends,

two green hallowed hands unfurl,

palms open in pious appeal,

to the eternal azure sprawl.