Maple Tree calls to me. Her enchantment lifts my eyes beyond my electronic screen. “Notice me,” she says. And I do. The lush green of summer is relenting, giving way to autumn color. From the tips of the branches, working its way toward the trunk, the chloroform life is pulling inward, coming to center. Only reds are left behind and offer a glorious finale. Those, too, will make their way into the earth, although with a different exit strategy. Then the bare brown will show i
Uncovered and cold, worn thin, about to corrode, I stumble through life’s gray days. Kneeling in desperation, frantic for a breath of consolation, I expose my heart to divinity and beg: Penetrate me with silky peace; wrap me in love’s comforting fleece. Mold my broken pieces into fresh clay. Grace lands lightly, singing sweetness that delights me. I arise one with creation, barefoot in dawning transformation.