The Sacred Tree

Mornings,
And I wake as from bathing in a spring
That is your being,
Having been caressed by you
And knowing,
Wider and Wider
Who you are
And what our life.
Each waking is
Another branch of
That great tree you are
Growing ever more beautiful
As I touch your flowers
And know the scent
Of your blossoming.
And I,
Climb to one
Of your branches
To rest within
The folds of you.
Rest and give my very breath
To all your leaves.
When I die,
Place me at your roots
And take me
To be your very body.
What sweet wonder is that?

Copyright ©2005 Tony Crisp