Gazing off toward the light
catching my eager eyes
Not yet fallen, erect
a regal birch remains, straight
Beyond the edge of the still glade
illumined by the morning sun
with poison ivy climbing up its truck
fungus tiered up its side
nests of birds inside
No longer are there limbs
yet worthy none the less
the regal birch within the glade
has much to teach to us
of standing in life’s trials
of changing usefulness
of living within community
and accepting the part we play
September 28, 2011
Rolling Ridge Day Apart Retreat
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Holding onto Time
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