You would deny me to death

but I am a resurrection fern

one drop signals my return

You set me on fire

a controlled burn

from the ashes I bloom

dig up my root to wither in the field

I become a seed on the wind

you kick me out

I am made clean in the swirl of God’s finger print

I will knit my blanket from moss

I’ll make it my living room

I will study at the foot of God

until I am blown away by the

unraveled bud of the nymph

because I will understand what is truly significant