Mysteries Held in the Pine Trees of Winter


There are mysteries held in the pine trees of winter, so gentle is the wind,

as branches sway confirming, the healing as we walk along

the ridge. Our spirits yielding, remembering

what we were like so long ago, a spirit free,

and a mystery holding our hearts

in the branches

of the pine trees of winter.


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Finding Our Humanity


It was time, and he knew it was time, so he couldn’t help himself as he took off his hat,

saying “Shalom!” as he walked in the door of the Jewish deli. A big smile met him

from the man behind the counter, and many men did look

like Rabbis, the women wearing long dresses.

And all he did really was buy a sandwich

and a soda, sitting a table.

He tried smiling.


It was time, and he knew it was time, and he absolutely loved

finding our humanity, everywhere he went.


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The Grandfather Tree


It took so many years to get this tall, so many branches growing from his roots,

he never mourned his place though, always bending with the wind.

So many storms producing scars, gnarls and knots with bark

now forever etched, but he can still smile, especially

in the spring, and he prays to this day

for the young couples

as they walk by

hand in hand.


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