More Pointed than Pantheism
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The god of gods appeared on earth today.
He settled on a springtime tree—a crown
Of whitest pink and petals came straight down
From heaven. There they murmured silent whims
Of glories that no mortal eye has seen.
They chanted sans white sound as if these limbs
Had set a wilderness on fire to clean
Aridity with utter beauty. Spread
Across the upper branches, deity
Was opening, as on Jehovah’s head
Grow blooms of life and of eternity.
..No. This was not just our Creator’s hair.
….The tree was God Himself demanding prayer.