Messiah

From another place,
one seed
fell here,
on the edge of this hill.
This now-tall spreading
knew no surrender

No other measured
this steely purpose,
this was no war of proof
but your sure
becoming,
in isolation
from their gusty winds

and now you bend with the gale which blows
and your needle shower
scourges the bare blasted Scottish rock
and solitary pine,
you know the strange happiness
of your desolate home