Chris Lee Hodges Ministries

What if the trees knew that our most
    complex thoughts would be written
    on slices of themselves, thinner
    than a layer of their bark?

Or do they somehow already know
    and that is why they supply
    our every breath
    as we give them ours?

When the sun and the rain collide,
    we give the other our powers –

                     as we exist in the rhythms
               with the Liturgies of the Hours.