Dwell
Under the Oak tree
It’s fine
Sit and enjoy the air.
Look up,
Behold blue sky,
As it peeks through
Long grey, brown branches.
Stay present in the breeze,
Trace the evolution of each branch,
In sinews of twigs, stem, and
Fleshy green leaf,
Watch them wave cheerful little dares,
Or offer serious prayers.
So to are we lifted up by the wind,
Twisted this way and that,
Dangled at the end of each generation,
Clutched by limbs of inheritance
bent by chance.
Required to trust hidden strengths,
And transcend arms of connection,
Believe in communal bonds of promised affection,
Never to be broken.
Hold fast to habits learned by living,
Dream of love never ending.
Sustained by planted oaks,
Rooted in soil believed fertile,
Grounded in our Tree of Life.
We dance with the whims of wind,
Struggle for balance,
Seek innocence, and
Strain to keep fragile hope alive
In the face of coming circumstance.
For leaves will dress in majestic
Colors at their autumn ball,
And school our hearts
In the art of the fall.
THH
01/30/25
Thoughts Have Hands 