Hackberry Tree
With wounded heart and mind bereft,
not knowing where my soul was left,
I found myself on bended knee,
'neath a towering Hackberry tree.
From Celtic wood it stood above,
with fingers deep in foggy glove,
with bark now old and branches broad,
risen from Oklahoma sod.
And begging now, I hoped to know,
down which path I must go,
to which horizon he would send,
that I should reach before my end.
- Matt Radford, 2016
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