The Trees

 
The trees rebuilt the old stone church.
Their trunks took their places among the pews, 
Where the plant-covered pillars used to be.
Leaves entered the window spaces 
And wound around the empty panes
That once pictured Eden.
The branches, curious, felt along the wooden carvings of creatures, 
Then let the animals in.
And the treetops replaced the high arches,
As they themselves bowed
Their heads down in prayer.


Copyright LJ 2021

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