Sanctified without Assistance

This is sacred space.
It needs no adornment,
no false adulation.

In the spring,
sweet green rejoices,
sings hallelujah at the unfurl.

Then summer’s
broad leaf and life —
a grand chorus from hallowed woods.

In fall,
her bright colors
act as crescendoed reminder:

To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under heaven.

Come winter,
bare-branch whispers
of hope stored and promised.

This is sacred space
without adornment, adulation
ever on.

Photo + Poem ©2016, Jen Payne

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