Wednesday, February 28, 2018

One Tree

There once was a tree, though it could be you/me, standing alone in the cold with burdens untold weighing it down and keeping it tied to the ground but it soon came to pass that the sun, in the silent manner of love, warmed from the inner out and it looked to the sky blue and alive and knew of a power on high.

It uplifted itself from pain, from realms not meant to be seen, and it heard in the wind a whisper to grow and enfold God’s love in its being.  It heard and it knew but the world wasn’t new and everything stayed the same till lightening from God struck the core of its soul and moved it close to the sea.

It watched the waves, saw pleasure and praise, and asked that it too be set free, yet still its roots were sunk in the sand in the middle of no-man’s land.  And there it was left to suffer and grow till it bent its leaves to the sea and the sea in response crept nearer and near to the tree grown older alone. 

Sea laps at the roots of that lonely tree and swells with the weight of its tears till the tree in full obedience leans yet further towards the sea.  I can see it, can feel it, getting wet and wetter from the spray of how it must be and there will come a day when the sea rises up and the tree will find a new home. 

It waits and it listens, it learns and it grows, it blossoms the rose of its soul, so all who pass by can smile and say they know where it’s going to go.  It will go, it knows, but God sets the pace and prepares a new bed for the tree but the tree, or you/me, must still shade the path of those traveling towards the sea.

Close to the sea stands one beautiful tree for God has given it soul to feel and embrace the stars in the sky as its very own paradise.  There will be more, so very much more, both pleasure and pain alike, until the sea covers the tree like God’s love has covered you/me – always it seems for how can He leave what He has created to be whether a tree or only “you/me” who one day will reach  the sea!    

Saturday, February 24, 2018

No one

No one said. “Look out”
and so she tumbled down, down, down,
into a world of truth and love
that took her breath away.

And in that silent state she knew
the climb back up from whence she came
the most sad and arduous journey
only the brave can undertake.

But was she brave?  Oh, no, no, no,
she simply was a woman lost
who felt the pull of commitment
to complete what had been started.

And so she took a breath, left the love behind,
and returned to face a world of lies
as a test, I bet,  of her ability
to be a great pretender.

I’m sure you’ll find her there today
amidst the strife and turmoil
of man-made norms and forms
doing what she did before.

She is, of course, like you and me
but she ages like we all must do
until that knowing finally
will become as if a dream –
a forgotten dream
or maybe, just maybe,
almost forgotten.