When my heart has no words
when there is too much to pray for
and not enough hope
in the world
to right all the wrongs
When wildfires are burning
and a virus stalks our days
as the naysayers bray
"It's a hoax!"
I walk my speechless heart
into the forest
to try to find my way
Each tree
a living prayer
offering balm and breath
to the soul-weary
Each birdcall a note of hope
in the planetary song
humankind has
gotten wrong
When my heart has
only tears,
when there is too much to pray for
and not enough hope
to find my way,
I let the trees pray for me
Breathe their peacefulness
into my being
Listen to all
they have to say
Each tree
a living prayer,
each human adding either
dark or light
to our planetary plight
Sharing with Suzanne's Two Weeks of Trees
…. And I walk my way along river trails.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem Sherry. I go to the trees when I feel like that too. There is great strength, wisdom and love to be found there. Suzanne - Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDelete"Each tree a living prayer" YES. What would we do without them.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Thank you for adding light.
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