Sunday, November 30, 2008

Foliage

30 November 2008, 10 AM
It is exceedingly important that we learn the forms, and not only the foliage, of Love, so that when the dead of winter comes, we can recognize the naked tree for what it is.

The leaves will fall from our tree
out back every year. I was caught
unawares this morning by bare
white branches, but I know
what sort of tree we planted,
budding or dormant in snow.

This is not blind faith.

Even if you fall, you’ll find your feet
again, take my hand,
walk up the stairs behind me,
aware that by your love,
and you by mine,
we walk or run or fall.

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

wise words here, nicely written too

angel said...

Very nice. Ever hopeful.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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