Poem No. 14

14.

Do you see how the trees are so gentle?

What makes us cower

is in them too

but slowly

so slowly

and they reach out to each other,

gentle giants,

in their shuddering.

Do you see how the flowers are so fair minded?

They grow in cracks and gutters and don’t mind at all

who admires them.

They don’t mind at all how the sun finds them.

That’s called faith.

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