On this April day, with so much growing, we share an excerpt of a poem from the anthology, Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy.
Fearless by Tim Seibles
Is it possible to be so glad?
The shoots rising in spite of every plot
against them. Every chemical stupidity,
every burned field, every better
home & garden finally overrun
by the green will, the green greenness
of green things growing greener.
The mad Earth publishing
Her many million murmuring
unsaids. Look
how the shade pours
from the big branches—the ground,
the good ground, pubic
and sweet. The trees—who
are they? Their stillness, that
long silence, the never
running away.
with gratitude and gladness- Rev. Lynn & Rev. Wendy