Trees hold memories,
history cut down,
shaved smooth,
and the pulp mashed
into parchment.
Words from stories
ingrain the wood,
and runes permeate leaves
that flutter syllables into song
as they scatter the earth
and cultivate the soil
with our ashes,
our bodies.
But God did it better.
He wrote His Word
on our hearts,
engraved His Name
on our souls,
and infused His footprint
in the natural world.
Our legacy,
our heritage
is written in Heaven,
in the Lamb's Book of Life.
Chris Wood is an award-winning poet with her work appearing in several publications, including Salvation South, Heart of Flesh, and Poetry Quarterly, Her work also appears in several anthologies including "Bayou, Blues, and Red Clay: Poetry Anthology (2024)." Learn more at: https://chriswoodwriter.com/
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