(Art Poem) Trinity by Yvonne M. Lucia

O Holy Trinity,

you wear earth’s sacred cycles

as a garment:

the diaphanous potential

of youth-like spring;

the fecund generativity

of fertile summer;

wisdom’s autumnal shedding

of all that no longer serves.

You teach me that every ending

is a new beginning,

and that each beginning

resolves itself

in dissolution.

At the hour

of my own death,

plant me in the earth –

blood, bones, and flesh –

seeds wind-borne back home.

Meet Mago Contributor Yvonne M. Lucia.