Growth Orison

To love as I have never loved before
is what I pray, so that my love will be
growing, forest-like, forevermore,
branching slowly toward infinity.
While loving of the present or the past
has seemed to be at times a tree full grown,
even if its growth was far from fast,
I hope it’s dwarfed by love as yet unknown.
But sometimes love has ceased its growth, and I
have been like trees in winter that are bare
and can’t stretch any further to the sky,
as I can’t reach to greater love and care.
Their growth resumes. May mine do so as well
so love won’t shrivel but will always swell.

Willow Muscle

Mario A. Pita

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