old wood
this is a country
of sharp stones and small
flowers, deep snows
and dry summers.
we sing here
but we’ve learned
to sing softly, melding
our voices with birds
and the wind
with the moans of the earth
as she turns.
here lies the old wood
broken and bent
here is the teacher
who’s weathered the storm
who’s learned to stay low
and to split without dying
here is the teacher
who knows to be still
for seasons on end
awaiting the bloom
come to us father
bring us your body
now splintered and stained
bring us your dust
and your flowerless branch
come to us father
and sing us of time
so that we might sing
to our children.
© J.A. Fink, July 2013
good thoughts especially after tramping through much old wood during recent tahoe treks. pretty amazing stuff- some of the symmetry is boggling. nature is a wonder- old and new
Barton G. Tretheway Managing Director Rubicon Solutions Group, LLC 2029 North Fremont Street, Suite B Chicago, IL 60614 773.404.1666; FAX:1709 rsg_llc@msn.com
Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 19:47:50 +0000 To: rsg_llc@msn.com