The Braided Tree

“I’ve been waiting for you,”

Said the Braided Tree.

“There’s a story I wanted to tell.

Sit on my roots, lean in close,

For I want you to hear this well.

Look up and see how my branches spread far

And how big my shadow is below.

I am the protector of these rocky grounds,

From this place I will not go.

I’ve got nooks and crannies,

Check around if you like,

I house creatures and critters here too.

But my favorite spot of all, and I’ll think you’ll agree,

Is the one that is meant for only you.”

The Braided Tree went on and whispered secrets in my ear,

I listened to the stories young and old.

“I count the clouds by day

And I name the stars by night,

For this scenery is beauty to behold.”

I lay back against the bark and begin to close my eyes,

To think about this welcoming mystery.

But one thing I know for sure is

I feel peace and

I feel warmth,

In the arms of the Braided Tree. 

This is the tree that the poem
was written about. I sat on the roots 
and wrote about what I saw and heard.
Garner State Park November 20th, 2012.

Short Prayer

It is hard to surrender,
It is hard to give it all.
The fear of letting go
Is greater than the fall.

myself

I AM knows who I am.

I am caught inside a web

This web inside my head

My head upon the Rock

The Rock of He who knocks.

He knocks and He comes in.

In where all my thoughts have been

Been constantly increasing speed

Speed then forms a greater need

Need to constantly be freed.

Freed of time and freed of space

Space created to enjoy Grace.

Grace teaching me to grow

Grow strong enough to say hello

Hello, can you tell me where to go?

Go, stop. Go, stop.

Stop forgetting who I’m not

Not always so aware

Aware of why life is not fair

Fair for those who do not care.

Care enough to really hear

Hear and act upon a fear.

Fear only which that is not seen

Seen days full of a routine

Routine.