Forest Prayer For Consolation
original devotional poetry
Forest Prayer
For Consolation
Be our salve
for threads
hanging raggèd
commensal in groves;
a haloed frenzy,
kudzu sentinel
of vigor
o'er the drowsy glades
and grassy alcoves.
An arms-reach
of agèd balm
to scan the plains,
to find the pits.
Fill them,
O elusive fount:
brimming interchange
skytwining
blessèd fruitfall.
Drop
and do not cease
to drop
until the prick of blades
slays not.
Rise
when risen flows
the silvered rose,
ascending gown
of silk consoles
the broken
droll
of trodden state.
Restore us,
luscious fount
of heav'nly thrushes
springing life
from life's dismay.
Through dismal dance
we flitting wend;
sunful medicine,
pale crucifix
of force
on forceless medium compelled.
Bring vines
to bandage love-shorn garb;
split the aching corset,
free of thorns
the starry breast.
Love-laden,
take our yoke,
in the fullness of hope's spell
make us light,
that we might rise into the aerie
through the trees.
Poetry written
By 
@d-pend
7/3/18
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Photography credits:
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1 — "It's About Time" by Sneekie-Fochs
2 — "Kudzu Rising" by McAllisterBryant
3 — "Kudzu Barn 1" by Lightsabr2
