Veins of the Earth

Roots coil beneath the soil,
veins of the earth pulsing with quiet grace.
Rain seeps, soft as mercy,
through clay and stone,
and the green shoots respond
like hymns that never end.
I walk among cedars,
hands brushing bark,
fingering the faith written
in rings of patience.
God is here, in fibre and leaf,
in the slow breathing of the world,
in every shadow and shaft of light.

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Khayelihle Benghu lives in Johannesburg, South Africa, and has been writing since 2008. Alongside her writing, she nurtures a deep love for photography, with a particular focus on the natural world.

Photo by Fabian Kleiser on Unsplash.