Know Then…

Trunk and leaves

Know then,

That even if the
Are twisted into darkened realms,
Or stretched thin in search of soil.
Even if the
Is grown gnarled and ugly to behold,
Deformed in shape and bark.
Even if the
Are a fortress tightly crossed,
Adorned with spikes and barbs.
And even if the
Are slow to open to the sun,
And quick to close against the dark.

The tree,

May still one day
With unexpected flowers,
Of graceful hue and nectar.
And still it may bear
Whether plucked by man or beast,
Or falling down to begin anew.
And even if the
Lands softly in a barren place,
It will have given of itself.
Replenishing the thirsty
From which all shall come,
For all the days hereafter.



4 thoughts on “Know Then…

  1. Hi Amanda
    Me n Sapna just been walking in Kingley Vale, the big yew forest north of Chichester. Certainly gnarly shapes there.
    Hope you n yer geez are thriving
    Much love

  2. Thanks Darren, I am squeezing blog writing – and reading – into the spaces of life as and when I can… I will be visiting to read the latest on your blog soon – before Christmas anyway!

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