and if it has to be
that this world must end
i will still lift my face
to the fading sky
and sing my hallelujahs
for the light
that has been here
since before it all began
that comes deep veined
and luminous
through the transient life of leaves
to scatter warm living on my skin.
i will place my head
on the gnarl trunk tree
to whisper like paper bark
my prayers of thanks
for love and here
until there is no voice
or whisper or tree
and our hearts
are wrenched open
by the small hands of living
and the beauty
of being
of this world.
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