POEM: THE FINGERS OF GOD BY HELEN LEIGH
And
there I lay, my back touching the Earth,
And
I looked up, and Three Huge Trees were before me,
Like
the three fingers of God,
Touching
the Earth, Touching my Being...
And
the Awesomeness of these Finger Trees,
Humbled
me in their Magnificence,
As
they shook and hissed with the dancing breeze.
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