With roots within my heart dist grow
a tree that touched the sky,
and planted in its sapphire arch
the dream that never dies.
There, dawning in the afterglow,
the love that filled your eyes
came raining down in another world,
and fetched me to your side.

Sad hollow, the heart of the child who scaled
those boughs to come to Thee,
and shouted to Thee from their utter twigs
--abandoned misery--
and thereby made she all she loved,
and loathed
By naming, dist she See--
and came at last, thereby, to know--
We make our own reality.

Callaghan Grant 2016