Salvation
The trees never go to church
yet they offer themselves to the sky everyday
They never surround themselves with the tint of stained glass
yet the glimmer of pure light touches them everyday
They never barter for their souls
yet they are born again --
Over and over.
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Art by Natasha Wescoat
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