Wild Forests

Message

I asked, "How shall I speak to you?  How can I make my ritual speak to me?"

And she said, "Poetry."

Breath
(J. Daniel Beaudry)

Tree, gather up my thoughts
like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.

In the arteries of your trunk
bring me together.
Through your leaves
breathe out the sky.

Woods
(Wendell Berry)

I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

posted by Cee at 9:46 AM