Trees hold memories,history cut down, shaved smooth,and the pulp mashed into parchment.Words from storiesingrain the wood,and runes permeate leaves that flutter syllables into songas they scatter the earthand cultivate the soil with our ashes, our bodies.But God did it better.He wrote His Wordon our hearts, engraved His Name on our souls, and infused His footprint … Continue reading With His Breath by Chris Wood