Rays of the New Aeon
Poetry of Krael and Mirabel
poems by krael
our lord is a tree
our
lord is a tree
growing in heaven.
his leaves flutter in the
pneuma of our minds. his
branches reach down to gaia
enfolding, nurturing. divine
sap flows through his
trunk,
bridging
oceans
of time
and space.
his roots drink the waters of life
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