Across the Pond

This morning

Two trees raise their crowns

Above the line, in the distance

Across the water.

They recall others doing the same, another place, another time

In sacred memory.

Perhaps twin pines rising on the Janiculum in the City

Or a pair of palms in the California desert,

Or the same surprising on an Irish landscape?

The water this Columbus morning colors like Lake Como,

Far away and yet quite real

Celebrating all that is indigenous

In its proper place

Glorifying its Creator

Raising its face to look about and acclaim all that is.

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