Where I lay my head

 

 

The day will come

For me

To stop the run

Grab my roots

Kicking into my foundation

my favorite boots

 

 

 I yearn to be

Just simple

As a tree

To serve in glory

Be part

Of the everlasting story

 

 

With outstretched branches

a refuge  of  shade

Come find rest

Where life’s bonds are made

 

Detail

Dedicated to degree

A pleasure

Of art and being

Don’t you agree?

 

 

As the layers of life

fall to the ground

a piece of gratitude

drift in subtle sound

patterns and colors

depth and prayers

embedded in landscape dollars

 

tell me please

how did I come to be

lost

between the bark and the tree

my roots all knotted

bunched in a heap

was this hill ever as steep?

 

My arms so barren

no leaf or nest

a snowy white heron

arched over occupied in rest

oh when did life escape me

Mother

Don’t leave your young

I fear for their lives

My life over

It seems

a slip of the tongue

 

Take me

please

To where you lay your head

Next to the river

Feet in the water

 She said

The End

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