It is quiet and cool, breath catching
upon the breeze, up! Somewhere
into the high heavens - Somewhere
we feel but cannot see.
It is quiet here. We do not speak.
But our roots gently, slowly, carefully
begin around each other to weave.
We look and breathe out onto the night
stars shine above us like promises
that came as old as Abraham upon this
world and still, brightly stand.
We do not speak. But Something is speaking
and in our silence, we are responding.
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