a tree

we have inherited a graveyard. Two graves in it.
The grass is cut by somebody who
I don’t know their name
on Friday I took snaps of
the chapel now a home
the red sandstone weathered into
shapes vast and true

i crossed the road to get a shot of grave
number two and the house that
was a chapel
and finally …
finally I noticed
this huge oak tree
must be over a hundred years old
huge tree
middle of the shot
how did I miss its majesty
it broad trunk bigger even than me
and then later upon a reflection
I thought sure isn’t Jesus there
standing in our midst and yet
so often no one sees him
great oak I salute you
but Jesus Christ I bow to you.