The Trees by Clear Creek (poem)

Today was the annual Spirituality Gathering at ESR.  Because I was in Carrie Newcomer's songwriting class and am in Carole Spencer's spiritual formation class, Carole asked me and three other students to create something based on the presentation of Phil Gulley, the guest speaker.  I wrote a poem.


Blessed are the barren trees by Clear Creek
rocking in the wind, eyes still closed
in the perfect light.
Soon,
in their time,
sprouts will join their dance.

But the leaves that scratch the
parking lot
can no longer drink
the Life.



Day, I have not clung to my
leaves.
I have fallen into sleep
in the snow.
When the fog surrounded me, I held out
all of my arms.
Now I lie here, waiting
to open my every green eye.

Beloved, hope in the Day
both now and forevermore.



Day, you are my Life
I sing for you like a bird
resting on a naked
branch.
I thirst for you
like a cloud beneath the moon.
In your house I have sat beside you
and in yourself you have draped, anointed me.
Better than my sprouts is your love
and even my roots will shake
for you.

In you I am satisfied as after a day rain
and when I sleep, I feast on your whispers.

All will stumble who set traps
but we will leap, standing still
because when you breathe out, we live
and when you hold your breath,
we listen.