This dawn the lightning-struck tree grew new green leaves
as if overnight was an awakening.
How nourishing, how alive for us,
the intimacy of our days and nights.
Also, how frail it had gathered
the ecstatic beauty and strength
that had not lived for many years.
We have to believe in earth miracles.
Even the honey in trees beyond here.
The wisdom traditions will tell you all
it is there like the infinite truth of your soul, and it is.
I’ve had to start new lives
whether on earth, in body
or bones of other dimensions,
even new bonds with the spirit world
and I know the scar, like on the tree,
and how it mends,
some unknown bringers of happiness
filling the space between the broken,
filling the missing,
the emptiness.