I Could Be An Animist
An animist believes there are living souls in trees.
I agree without any kind of extra persuasion.
I already believe the stars and faeries have souls, right?
And the moon and the sun, and lakes and meadows light.
What of sandstone, malachite, turquoise, opal, you know their souls linger.
Totally God-made, diamonds definitely have souls on the right person’s finger.
Topaz? Emeralds? Sapphires? Hematite? Granite? Shale? Yes, of course.
Let’s not forget the animals, the pig, the cow, the lamb, and the horse.
What of places – Stonehenge, in particular? Jerusalem for sure.
What of thoughts – the good ones that make you feel kind and pure?
What of families, and school communities that show you love?
Souls are all over the place, sprinkled here from the beauties who live above.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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