TREE AT GUADALUPE CHURCH, SANTA FÉ
The
tree of heaven, ailanthus, grows like weed;
is
weed. It crowds out better trees
of
more distinguished family, sheds its seed
in
city yards; runs wild and does not please
tree
fanciers; pleases itself; takes root;
survives
wherever it finds a square of free
earth;
scorns nowhere; fears nothing; thrives on soot.
Where
the seed falls it turns into a tree.
Grows
here beside her church who chased away
the
serpent; Rooted in sandy soil, it burns
bright
panicles of flame against pure day-
light;
soars up into the blue; turns
eyes
toward heaven, turns eyes toward her who came
among
the crags: a tree of heaven all flame.
Sister Maris Stella CSJ
Commonweal. 20 March 1959
Used with permission
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