The Trees are With Me
Me: “For if I could endure it all
To make it through this dreadful fall,
When my father left with the leaves
To catch and glide that color breeze,
I may see what my father’s done,
Taking pride as his oldest son,
That clarity in autumn light,
That calling out, those pleasant nights,
Where I can send a fire out
Of whipping tails sending up,
Into the space my father went,
Warming all that pain he felt,
And gently touching life’s great web,
Listening to what those trees said.”
The Trees: “We have your father, he is here,
We have his heart out everywhere,
Let us touch you with our grace,
Your father’s heart’s in natural place,
When you gaze towards heaven’s glow,
When you are lost and want to know,
The Great Maker has taken care
Of his brave spirit in the air,
For you know what type he was,
Part wolf and bear, eagle and dove,
Part sea and land, part guiding hands,
Part father, brother, teacher, friend.
You see we needed him so much,
So that his soul could finally touch
All it earned in a mortal life,
To never feel a lonely night,
But you must stay and find that out,
Seek guidance in the spirit clouds,
Then closer to the heart you’ll be,
Yours and his beat beautifully.”
Me: “Dear trees I’m still travelling lost,
I stand where place and time do cross,
I’ll stay with fire close to ground,
I’ll stay lost and hope I’m found
By where my father’s heart has touched,
By how he filled my life with love.
Enjoy his heart in autumn moon,
I’ll see him again but no time soon.
Be at peace with everything,
I’ll look for you when eagles sing.”
Kyle McHale 2010
Read Full Post »
