God is Waiting

Rum and Robots

Photo by Troy Squillaci on Pexels.com – Poem by Joni Caggiano 07/08/20

The fine hairs of the tree moss,
talk to one another in a language
only they know.

Years have gone since the heavy
branches have felt the weight
of heavy winter snow.
The earth preserves herself within
a cavity of love, as many things
have fallen to slumber.
Years ago when the moonlight
brought a trail of tears, God
talked of such wonder.
Animals and fairies live close
to the old-growth trees until
God will raise them.
Life whispers sing to others old,
as seasons shed their covers
we will soon be with Him.

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