Unintended Glory

Looking back
Thinking back
I wish I had tried
To take a picture of
A giant redwood tree

     not a giant
     among its peers
     but where it was

Next to a divinity school

Evolution grown large
On an urban leash

I suppose
When the wind was still
It had to listen
To arguments for intelligent design
And how it was

     always
     ever
     from the foundations
     of the earth

Intended to grace
     refurbished
Nineteenth century
Theology

     or a chain saw

     maybe stretch wires
     down a street
          but

There was no sense
Of design
Just accidental life

But there it was
Standing in its own history
Glad for the sun
Dancing in the wind

Gloriously beautiful
Unintendedly