I am pulled up and up

I am pulled(po͝ol) up and up

a redwood grove(grōv)

By Henry H. Walker

I feel like a toddler(ˈtädlər) in a room full of adults,
huge adults with their heads too far up for me to see,
above and beyond any world I can hope to understand,
my eyes pull up and up toward the sky,

my head tilts(tilt) back,
my body and soul(sōl) open into awe(ô),
as if here the spirit(ˈspirit) can close the distance(ˈdistəns) toward God,

I am humbled(ˈhəmbəl) with the power of these giant(ˈjīənt) pillars(ˈpilər) of trunk(trəNGk),
needled(ˈnēdl) dark and full, great ferns(fərn) below them,

the redwood grove has a cool darkness to it
that somehow makes me feel more toward the light.

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