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The ancient healers protect my journey

they welcome my soft footfall

among the golden treasure of the forest floor.

I ask to rest

to be healed

they answer

providing a seat along the brook

a sweet smell from the pines.

It becomes my medicine

and we both silently show thankfulness for reciprocity.

I am a protector and can teach

the next who come to greet the forest.

These gifts are of glory to Yahweh

who holds each of us...

tree being and human in loving kindness.

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