Divinity

Why do I need
a “Holy Book”
when there is an oak tree
to read?

In the least square of sun
on this hardwood floor
is the promise of eternal life —
see how the grain still glows?
After every transformation,
there is always a remainder
of hope.

And if the scripture
is so knowing and powerful
why does it proscribe
so much that gives meaning and joy
to those who have not heard it?

In the fiber of the pages
there are truths not spoken of
by the ink they bear.

As long as there’s a willing eye
to see these discrepancies
there will be a God
open to new transmissions
of divinity.
And in the arms of the trees,
a birth waiting to grow.