Silent trees of winter
At-home I stand
In the silent trees of winter.
Transfixed, attuned to darkened grace.
Powerfully, stark, the trees enfold me.
My eyes now closed to feel within.
No fanciful luster to casual eye observed.
It is a deeper truth here expressed;
the surety of simply being, shown.
Of end beyond beginning,
and beginning beyond end.
In this stillness, my heart quiets,
and in this quiet my fears are stilled.
I see a self cast in shadow;
Yet beneath my silent sentries shade,
I feel myself returned to light.
It is here I see my healing withheld.
Removed beyond the child’s reach,
and I weep in knowledge of this forgiveness.
Waiting always as heart remembers,
beside the silent trees of winter.
