As I Stand Watching From The Shore

Photo by Jonatán Becerra on Unsplash

A Poem by Laura McCullough

The Prophets tore

themselves in two,

rend your heart

and not your garments,

bark crackling back

from the grain like

paper birch; Rooted

things cannot hide.

In the Navaswan

a Tree called Noble

whispered, “There is

always the dawn.” But,

what if they take

the sky? The words

pouring from

my split seams.

“The cannot take

what they cannot reach.

Not the sky above,

and not the sky inside.”

Laura R. McCullough is an artist and writer happily nestled with her family in the North Georgia mountains. A “lover of faith and believer in what is beautiful,” she and her husband work in ministry and music in their community.  Laura uses her writing and mark making to explore how deep wounds can make room for the deepest roots.  Her work has been published in journals such as Rattle Magazine, The Blue Mountain Review, Solum Press, The Way Back to Ourselves and Wildroof Journal, and her artwork is featured in several regional museums and galleries.