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Stripped bare,
Like the trees in the garden,
Golden soft and dreaming,
Leaves half-on, half-off,
Gleaming.
Now all my leaves are gone,
And I rest in slumber deep,
Mulch forming beneath my feet.
My roots go down deep,
Into the earth beneath.
I slumber until spring,
Ready to grow anew,
Out of the rich compost of forgiveness.
All gone now, all forgiven,
And all in perfect peace and love and light.

Stripped Bare © Helen Rachel Deadman