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Heavenly Mother

Four Trees

  1. Once there was an orchard small of four trees in a row.
  2. Planted by a gardener, from seedlings she did grow.
  3. Nurtured, pruned, and shepherded, a sight now to behold,
  4. Underneath their branches wide, four stories did unfold.
  5. Fruit upon the first was dark and light and soursweet.
  6. Life bestowed for years on end till children wisdom eat.
  7. Blossomed mind but death inside with flame and blade depart.
  8. Memories are buried deep, replaced by broken heart.
  9. Second tree bore bitter fruit, a painful, bloody red.
  10. Nurtured by the root of kings through weighted vine and bread.
  11. Gardener in garden dark donating strength to will,
  12. Straightening the woollen back, the harder coming still.
  13. Third tree bare, stripped of its leaves, its shadow growing more,
  14. Howling winds and lightning flash along with thunder’s roar.
  15. Piercing fruit falls to the ground, causing trembling quake.
  16. Friends and family, followers, and everyone forsake.
  17. Honey fruit on number four was beck’ning from the page,
  18. Turning keys within the locks to free the prayers from cage.
  19. Once again, the gardener loomed, but this time all ablaze.
  20. With a motion of her hand, she opened heaven’s rays.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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