by Kyle Lehman
When twilight fell and all was hushed
I left you to God’s keeping,
And wandered back a lonely road
While all the stars were weeping.
And there, beneath an ancient oak,
I pushed my searching fingers
Down through the earth to probe those roots
Where springtime always lingers.
We wrestled, both, within the night.
’Til from strong secret places
An answer broke into my heart
And filled my silent spaces.
There is no death while roots still live,
And shadows settle dew;
While I have breath, as Christ, I’ll give
My very best to you.
Kyle Lehman is a teacher and poet who loves to watch things grow like seeds, strange ideas, and the moon. He lives with his wife Claudia in Păltiniş, Romania and blogs about teaching at https://apearlineverycowslipsear.wordpress.com.