When I die I shall become a Tree
Perhaps a big Willow no longer weeping but sheltering in my branches
or maybe an eternal pine green in the face of Winter's apparent deathly grip
reaching to the canopy and praising the Sun getting washed in the rain covered in snow
so my outer visage feeds four limbs blossom into many branches fingers toes smaller branchlings blue eyes the sky
but in that moment between steam-to-rain-to-ice and back again in there, yes, my sprouted-full Soul sways in the ruach of God
br yossi 2008
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Sympatiskt, möjligen, men stridande mot den kristna traditionen, väl?
/Jonas Lundström