Divine love,

For the chainsaws,

The unwanted machines.

Divine love,

For the cow’s Jurassic bellows.

Divine Love for the chaos,

For Divine Love exists here too.

Divine Love,

For the silence,

For the bird song,

For the chipmunk chatter.

Divine Love is the sun on my back,

Is the piling of timber,

And the engines resuming their attack.

Divine Love,

Is the pine bowing over my body.

Divine Love,

Is the intuition to allow for Grace,

Even here in this hollow place.