“To Be Like A Tree”


To Be Like A Tree


See how the trees

Reach up and outward

As if their entire existence

Were an elegant gesture of prayer.

See how they welcome the breath of spirit,

In all its visible and invisible forms.

See how the roots reach downward and out,

Embracing the physical,

The body and bones

Of its soul of earth and stone,

Allowing half its life to be sheltered

in the most quiet and secret places.


Oh, if I could be more like a tree on this Sunday morning,

To feel the breath of invisible spirit

Touch me as tenderly as a kiss on the forehead.

If I could courageously and confidently

Dig down into the dark

Where the groundwater runs deep,

Where shelter and sanctuary

Can be had and held.


Ah, to be like a tree

With all its bent

and unbent places,

A whole and holy thing

From its topmost twigs

To the deepest taproot

To all the good and graceful

spaces between.


– Carrie Newcomer

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