Holiness exists outside these walls,
In the sanctuary of the sun.
Solar beams down its rays,
Warming winter. I needed radiance
Today. I embraced my ancient friend;
My beard scratched her bark.
She giggled, swung her twig branches
Low, and stroked my cheek.
Thank you, Solar, for the pleasing
Aromas you make possible
By sprinkling the land with sun-dew.
Thank you, rainy yesterday,
For watering the world. My feet
Got wet in your puddles, and I
Soaked in your nutrients as if
My toes were my friend’s roots.
A. J. Hayes
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