King of Trees
Wednesday, March 12th, 2008It has become Methuselah
while the sweat of black sun
drips from its wooden claws
which break
timeless howling winds
Daily
the cloud people travel
beyond its barren branches
into the ages
of silence
On the furthest edges
of God’s Holy Imagination
stands the test of time
With dark sandstone
plateaus below and
High above
on it’s heavenly throne
rules the ancient
Bristlecone Pine!
