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I came upon a grove
Nestled between a crack in the pavement,
A green glen hidden in a city of grey,
Alive with rushing rivers,
Wet with heavenly dew,
A small piece of Eden tucked away.
Safe from the overgrowth of metal,
Vines of copper and lead,
Behemoths of steel and iron,
A wasteland of asphalt—
Black and all consuming.
I longed to live in that Eden,
To feel its cool winds and clear waters,
The soft touch of its green fields,
And the shade of its trees and their leaves,
But deep down I knew
All I would do
Was bring the wasteland with me.
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Thank you, Ryan, for describing the “overgrowth of metal” and what any of us would do with it. Sally Witt, CSJ
This poem calls us to move past the romantic notions of urban-country…and question what resides within us, what we carry and how that spills out to shape where we are at.
Thank you for it. Will be sharing it with our community at To Really Live, as fodder for contemplation.