The poet has been graced to see the sun shine through redwoods almost exactly as pictured above.

Clearly she is writing about some other morning than this one, for the sounds of the city streets and freeway exchanges by which she presently sits feature prominently in the background of the poem’s recording…

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Recorded Reading (0:47): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/escw7s6d5mer5wjj8cjwv/Light-Through-the-Trees.mp3?rlkey=k66df18vh6ey0hct039ta0zxs&st=zs4047ka&dl=0

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Light Through the Trees

I went to church this morning
At the river, in the fields
O what spiritual harvest
That sweet, sacred precinct yields!

I went to church this morning
Walking in the wood
This heart rejoiced with gratitude
This mind knew naught but good

These eyes awash in golden light
Streaming from above
This spirit awestruck, and this soul
Full to the brim with love

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