Friday, November 11, 2016

Being a Tree

When the earth buckles and heaves
under my feet,
when I feel everything go topsy-turvy
and slipping away,
I settle my roots in
for the long haul
and practice
Being A Tree.

When all around me are losing their centres,
needing some strength to lean on,
I reach out a limb,
however tired and weakened by age
and dimmed by thwarted hope,
breathe in, breathe out,
Breathing Peace,
though the maelstrom roars
ever closer.

If the waters close over my head,
so be it.
I have done my best.
I can do no more.
One day at a time,
holding steady,
breathing peace, 
hanging on,
settling in
for the long haul -
Being A Tree.

For Shay's prompt at Real Toads: I Feel the Earth Move. In this dark week when the impossible has happened to the Big Picture, I also have  ones close by walking through their own wastelands. Trees do get tired as they age. But we endure.


  1. I, too, shall practice being a tree... a dance in the wing.

  2. Nice, Sherry. I've always admired trees, especially after studying Joyce Kilmer early in school (one-roomer, listened to the big kids recite). They are a good role model.

  3. Meditative and transcendent - wise and apropos in these days of buckling and heaving.

  4. we have to find our roots again, dig deep, don't we? ~

  5. Yes, I want to be a tree. It is so scary here. I must find the place within where I can grow leaves on bare limbs.

  6. I love this! Think I'm going to have to give it a try myself.

  7. Well said. Wonderful perspective.
    What a marvelous journey...


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