Wilderness Poems
I.
As this ground cracks herself open
to make way for such insistent sprouts,
does she know what a miracle she is offering?
Does that dark, fertile soil know
she is a womb giving birth to new life
with each cresting moment?
Would such knowledge
make this eternal labor
any more or less
miraculous?
II.
This earth is a body being broken.
She is split and torn
as determined roots
push their way
through her toughened flesh.
She is both fractured and strong.
I come to this wild place
seeking gentleness
But what I find is
sometimes life, like birth,
is a kind of violence.
III.
This earth is God's body.
Her gentle curves willing to endure
both our uglinesses and our brutalities.
I know no other word
for this but love.
Her embrace persists
through my many rebellions.
When I come back to her
barefooted, like a child,
she receives me into her
as though I have at last
come home.
Wow. Katie, these are beautiful. I love your voice and style. Thank you for sharing.
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