Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry

From a Tree

Scratch in the little marks,

That I do not understand.

I feel you carve in,

What you live for now.

But all your thoughts, temporary,

It's just a passing craze.

I will shelter you in my big arms,

Soften all your falls.

And when you cry into my feet,

I will be the one who's there.

You're small enough, just for now,

But I won't leave your side.

Hold me close and hide inside,

Build your brand-new life.

I will protect all your family,

I will not abandon you.

I will watch the snow come hard,

And I will see you fly.

Use me as your wooden chair,

Use me as your home.

Use me as your carving block,

Use me as your friend.

I am standing here, tall and strong,

Seasons passing, I live long.

I see your mournful eyes,

As you sit upon my feet.

Gleaming tears and golden hair,

The dress is black, you weep.

Without moving I look at you,

Hear your name being called.

I do not know your little symbols,

But I feel the meaning.

The heart, the love,

You believe it is forever,

I know it is for naught.

I won't begrudge your hope.

Now settle down, with the weathered book,

Pat my aching side.

Read a story to all who'll listen,

I'll be here all the same.

For I am a comfort, and I am strong,

I will ease your pain.