Passage through a Park, by an Ancient Tree.
Your whitening branches are like pleas for benediction divine
much-needed
Arms outstretched O silent supplicant
Silver and gold
In old age hallowed
Your yellowed leaves shed one by one like pages from time
Much traveled without taking a single step
Through the annals of history
And the shifting shapes of seasons.
You've seen everyone and everything
Seen your best years taken away
Seen your most precious intimate dream
As dread nightmare
In hideous parody.
You have sensed the stirring
Of angels in the breeze
Lived in proximity to dark depravity.
Still you have sired life eternal in the sun
And stretched tall and limber.
In epochs of emerald elegance.
Today's trusting toddler touches your feet in sport.
Yesterday's child his father
Tenderly watches.
A tender handover of trust underneath the shadows of time and the blazing sun.
I have been soulstruck
My prayers completed
That so eluded me in the worship room at home.
You've danced my breath away in your shower of wind blown leaves.
You have prayed in the wind and been my prayers today.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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