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Morning Trees

Morning Trees Morning"I Trees A (After Travel As Phantom Now" by Thomas Hardy) Here is a secret world that is mine for the listening. A place of cool breathing leaves, barely moving. Where birds trill and sing and welcome in the new day. A holy place unnoticed by those rushing past, a church they do not realize exists. Look, a God-made chapel. I am here. I worship in these good morning trees. so am I sayeth the Where two or more are gathered Lord. Well, we are here. A multitude of songbirds. And we will rejoice. The little fox and me. The wild birds, the holy leaves of early October. For nowadays I move recognizes me lately. through this world like a ghost. Not even my own family They do not understand that only recently I have become myself. They do not know me since they refuse to see who I am. But here, God knows. --Silas House http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Morning Trees

Appalachian Review , Volume 35 (3) – Jan 8, 2007

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Morning"I Trees A (After Travel As Phantom Now" by Thomas Hardy) Here is a secret world that is mine for the listening. A place of cool breathing leaves, barely moving. Where birds trill and sing and welcome in the new day. A holy place unnoticed by those rushing past, a church they do not realize exists. Look, a God-made chapel. I am here. I worship in these good morning trees. so am I sayeth the Where two or more are gathered Lord. Well, we are here. A multitude of songbirds. And we will rejoice. The little fox and me. The wild birds, the holy leaves of early October. For nowadays I move recognizes me lately. through this world like a ghost. Not even my own family They do not understand that only recently I have become myself. They do not know me since they refuse to see who I am. But here, God knows. --Silas House

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 2007

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