St. John Reconciliations

The word was made leaf

And then the leaf made me.

I was conceived on the dust of stars

And rendered through the galactic black

Until finally I made my dwelling

Along the braids of the earth

Where the trees lowered their arms

Along the water’s edge.  They waved their long arms

And they sang their loud song

And, as inexact as I am, I was born

Through the instrument of their wind.

My song sang their song.

Now grown full of something I've been taught

Is grace and truth, I know what I desired

Was to breathe the earth, and so I will

In and out, out and in, I take in

These braids of my days

And all the glorious glory between us.