The Hanging Garden Tree
on the Tall Tree Trail,
Meares Island
Entering the peace
of the forest,
a cathedral of giant cedar,
I incline my head,
bend towards
the tender trunks.
I am attentive,
listening.
In the silence.
I feel an awareness,
a presence.
I sense the trees,
bending towards me
in return.
They are attentive,
listening.
I am praying:
for the trees,
for the world,
for all the wild things.
And I can feel it :
the trees
are praying, too.
Te idea for this poem came from the book, The Global Forest, written by the forest sprite, Diana Beresford-Kroeger, who tells of an instance of communing with the trees.
I will share this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United on Sunday morning. Do join us for some fine reading!
I will share this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United on Sunday morning. Do join us for some fine reading!
Indeed!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture of the trees bending toward you. I can sense the prayerfulness of both the poet AND the trees. Lovely thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI love your words. We were so fortunate to have seen what we did. Now it is their turn. Hopefully...
ReplyDeleteAh! just so lovely, we are all connected to nature, only we need to listen to her more patiently and lovingly.
ReplyDeleteThey surely are wonderful, aware beings.
ReplyDeleteHopefully all those prayers are answered!
ReplyDeleteTrees are wonderful beings. Yesterday we were out picking mushrooms - autumn can be wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for helping to raise the awareness of the need to protect the environment with this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI believe in your hands the trees truly do sing
ReplyDeleteI love the image of those trees bending towards us.. sigh.. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteVery magnificent. I can picture the trees praying in my mind and it's grand for me. Amazing write!
ReplyDeleteYou pray for the trees, the trees pray for you. I believe that's a mystical symbiosis. Amen.
ReplyDeleteI believe the trees are praying for the planet, and that humankind's consciousness will transform - soon.
DeleteYes Sherry, great theme and insight too... I often think of all they've seen and has gone before them and how they know so much more than we do... Thanks again for such a knowingly sensitive write.
ReplyDeleteYes. Pray with the trees.
ReplyDeleteI concur, Sherry....
ReplyDeleteAnd I can feel it :
the trees
are praying, too.... Loved this piece of poetry
I can feel the trees bending forward as the breeze carries your prayers out into the world.
ReplyDeleteIt is a beautiful idea, that the trees are praying.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. I think I would perish if I lived on a desert with no trees! Beautiful, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Trees make me feel at peace. This poem is just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI write so many poems about trees there's just something about them. So stoic and understanding. I loved your poem of course and I have felt it too, Sherry! You live in WA right? It's so pretty up there.
ReplyDeleteOpps! Canada. Don't know why I forgot that.
DeleteTrees are the guardians of the world and I pray with and for them too!
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed a deeply spiritual poem Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI remember visiting with a group the Wild Fowl Trust here in T&T in 2012. There were children in the group and the guide encouraged them [and us grownups] to hug the Paper Bark Tree
happy Sunday
much love...
Prayer is in session for all generations.
ReplyDeleteNice prayer Sherry.
ZQ
I loved this prayerful communion with trees ... and in a forest cathedral ~ sigh ~ WONDER FULL.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of trees chanting healing wonder into the world...
ReplyDeleteThey meditate. In constant touch with their inner self.
ReplyDeleteShould like to hope they pray for you and me, Sherry!