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| Watercolor Trees, August 2024 |
Oh Lord,
You are the dreaming tree
I have fixed my hopes
and prayers to branches
who shelter birds
and barefoot children
You are the scent of
magnolia and orange
You are the taste of crushed mulberries
that tell my mother
where I've been
You are bright
with the yellow
of paloverde and huisache
the pink of rosebud,
tulip and rain tree
You are fixed with a rope swing
we dare each other to climb
and catch hold
taking a freefall of delight
under your blessed canopy
* Last Saturday, I attended a silent retreat gathered around the redwoods and trees as images for the spiritual journey. I recalled particular trees that had been part of my childhood, especially at my home and the homes of my grandparents. The prayer poem comes out of my reflections.
