Thy grand and effusive tree
Your whisper does rustle high out of reach
Rolling from your thousand green
tongues
Carried upon any number of breeze.
Oh wooden lash upon the cheek of this
hill
Tell me what happened yesterday when
I was not standing where I stand now.
What came upon you with the
brilliance of noon or
Nuzzled you in the shadow of a
shepherd’s moon?
What brought you to this place?
And I am referring to this precise
place?
Majestic tower of hope, soothsayer of
the glen
Bestow your knowledge held high in
those knitted bows
And reveal the catalogue of ringed
memories
Collecting in your belly of trust.
Acquaint me of why you forever wave
Toward the pink slit of morning
And hold resilient among the torrent
of
Heaven’s weep? Who do you wait for?
Who is worth such unwavering faith?
Such fain patience, such deep rooted
love?
How did you know that this was the
very spot?
Who taught you to dig in your heal
and lean into tomorrow?
