The tree is empty
save for red berries and full, green leaves,
until you come with a partner one Saturday, early.
Checking out the territory, you dance on its branches:
one inside - then out -
one inside - then out.
I have questions for you:
is it nesting time?
can this be your new home?
will the berries be enough?
The tree is empty,
filled only with hope
as you navigate its branches.
I sit, empty too, still as a plant,
afraid to move -
scared you'll fly away.
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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