This Too Can Be Home

There is a sprig of hemlock,
Tsuga canadensis not Conium maculatem,
nestled in the round of our Advent
wreath; warmly wrapped by
lights of hope, peace, joy and love,
this gentle bough at home
in my home.

I pinch a bit of it for my nose and
I find myself transported to a
fragrant conifer forest. My
soul is sated and settled in the
womb afforded by four sister trees:
hope, peace, joy and love.

I look above and see tongues of fire
resting on these sacred silva beings:
I take delight in knowing that this too can be home.
I pinch myself and am transported back
to my living room, where the Holy
holds inner and outer as one.

2 thoughts on “This Too Can Be Home

  1. shoreacres says:

    I was lucky enough to be in real woods today, and with the scent still in memory, these words really resonate. It’s a lovely poem, and one fit for the season.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Glad for your experience of being in the woods. I just smile when I think on those moments when a hike begins and the scent of cedar, pine etc. fills my very being. It is just heavenly.

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